Wednesday Worship: Forever

This has been a week of introspection and reflection, and God has continually placed Psalm 118 in my heart. As I’ve waited and then danced with the news of His watchcare, it is the first and last verse of this psalm that He’s applying to my heart like a soothing balm. “Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever.” Gratitude. My theme once again. His love is timeless. And it is because of His love that I will live eternally. No matter what I may run, skip, dance, walk, trudge or labor through in this life, I have His love and His promise of forever and ever with Him. And on the days when all I can do is stand still and question if I can go on, by His grace I will move forward, and I will endure to the end, an end which is really only the beginning of my forever with Him.

Endless Gifts

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God is teaching me more and more about seeing the beauty in each day, in each moment. Looking for opportunities to see God’s hand all around me. As I have viewed this world I travel through with new eyes, I’ve begun writing everything down. My daily moments of gratitude, and it has changed how I view life, others, myself, and God. Gratitude is healing and beauty and refreshment. God is waking me every day to Himself.

MRI Report

Today at lunch I was reading the story of Noah to my children. We talked about how the first thing Noah did after he exited the ark was to build an altar of thanksgiving to God for His goodness. The boys began listing all the things that God had given us as we talked about how good He is. “Our house, my brother, my sister, our toys, our lunch, the trees…” all bubbled up and out as the they tried to outdo each other with rejoicing in God’s blessings.

Reclaiming My Home?

So, this whole “going back to being a mom full-time” after months of other people caring for my children while I recovered? Not so sure I’m ready. I totally want to be ready. In my mind I am ready. My body gives out on me about halfway through the day, but if I can get a nap (that’s a big if!), then I can continue. I think the question is, “Am I mentally ready?” Perhaps it’s because my children are crazy! Crazy fun. But also just plain crazy.