Sweet Sunday
I could rebuild New York’s twin towers with the amount of cheerios that are under my table presently. I have an INCREDIBLY OBSCENE amount of laundry resting in little piles in my closet needing to be washed. My rug in the den is covered in sand delivered this morning by Josh who hit up the sandbox at 7:15 this morning and in the throws of getting everyone ready for church (by myself, mind you) I wasn’t able to vacuum. Chris is working today, but we are having a date tonight when he gets off. I have so much that I need to be doing… but I just don’t ‘feel’ like it. I’m making a choice to enjoy my sabbath..the weather is beautiful….the boys are playing nicely in the backyard as I type….Emma Faye is sleeping….God is good. We had a great day at church. I don’t have much to say today….I’m just resting in this moment and documenting the fact that the Lord has blessed me and I am amidst blessing. So often I only tend to remember the terrible days and I forget the many wonderful days the Lord gives me. Today I was convicted…convicted of the fact that I am sitting in a wonderful life. I have no idea why I have been thinking of suffering and struggling…I mean..it’s really insulting to those who are truly struggling when I talk about suffering. Every Sunday I sit behind a woman who has terminal cancer….and every Sunday, in her best dress and pearls, bandanna tied around her head….I watch her sing her heart out, hands outstretched upward praising the Lord…She continues standing while everyone is asked to sit…She continues praising the Lord. This morning I watched a dear couple dedicate their second son. The woman stood beaming, proud face holding the baby, while her husband…still proud face holding their almost two year old firstborn…Eli has cerebral palsy. I remember when I met this woman in bible study what was most impressed upon me was her since of joy…I remember talking about struggles and sharing with her how sad I was that I couldn’t breastfeed any of my children and that at times when I see other mothers nursing their children with ease….there is still, just a little pain deep inside that stirs. She listened so intently and was so encouraging…afterwards she said, “When I see other children running into their mother’s arms there is that disappointment that mine can’t do those things… but this is what God has given me and I’m thankful.”…I had no idea as I spilled to her my silly disappointments that her child was a special needs child…..she had never mentioned it before. She is just full of the joy of the Lord. She was pregnant at the time and that conversation was brought to my attention today as I watched her child being dedicated. I was humbled and brought to tears. These women know how to accept what the Lord has given and praise Him in that. I want that kind of thankfulness…I want that kind of faith that completely relies on the fact that God KNOWS and We don’t. Therefore we praise Him for our cup from Him. and that cup of coffee or tea, though possibly bitter, or too small, or too sweet, or too hot…is THE BEST and what we need! And He wants to give us that…. I want to consider all things joy…. and all things for my good…..because they are. Oh How our father truly loves us….TRULY loves us….and I so often forget that…….
Or what man is there among you who, when his son asks for a loaf, will give him a stone?
Or if he asks for a fish, he will not give him a snake, will he?
If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him! (Matthew 7:9-11)
