Somewhere deep within me the fire bird has risen from the ashes and the cry to ascend and fly is now heard. My own flesh rises from the ash heap as the screech of freedom resonates through my soul. With wings fully stretched, with renewed determination and force, and with the taste of victory over defeat still on her tongue, she flies forth from the ashes in to the heavens, ready to soar.
Feeling alive, Phoenix Rising, my pseudonym, is disguised in my stay-at-home-mom body, hidden somewhere in the mountains. I've always told my children that I am a super hero in disguise, acting as an agent to bring hope, joy, and love to the world. Of course, my older children know that I'm teasing, but my 4-year old son really believes I am Wonder Woman and that I just hide my suit. Yet today, with God guiding me, strengthening me, and helping me, I'll pull on my palazzo pants, put on cotton batik shirt and slip into my cozy, fluffy socks. I'll put on a tub of laundry, hug my children, and linger with them a bit as we draw our family as various produce (one of my children has this grand vision for an art project where we are all depicted as fruit or vegetables). Finally, towards the end of the day, I'll read some Tozer and will finish writing a bible study on Moses. In the evening, I'll feed my family leftovers, we'll watch a bit of "Phineas and Ferb," we will laugh together, and I'll pray with them and for them.
What makes my life rich? I am blessed to be surrounded with so many blessings and treasures. They are everywhere! May I never take them for granted.
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