He heard me during rest time, weeping softly in my room, begging God for perspective. I was asking to see Him. To know Him more deeply as I struggle and wait. The door opened gently.
“Mommy?” Bear’s whispers broke into my cries. He climbed onto the bed with me and pressed his face against mine. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, Bear.” I rested my hand against his cheek and took a deep breath. “Mommy was just praying and talking to God. I just need some perspective.”
“What’s perfective?”
Last night was one of those nights where I battled. Satan’s fiery darts were coming fast and furious as I struggled through the fears, doubts, questions, what if’s, and worry about the future.
I am clinging to the promise of His solid rock this morning. I am weary. I am broken. I am worn. But I will not be moved.
I have been a wayward child,
I have acted out,
I have questioned sovereignty,
and had my share of doubts,And though sometimes,
my prayers feel like the mountain of the sky,
the hand that holds won’t let me go,
and is the reason why
I know, I know.. an update on my trip is forthcoming. I can’t even begin to fathom how I will capture the weekend and how wonderful it was to see my dear friend. Until then, y’all enjoy these pictures… I’d say pregnancy becomes her!
Ann at Holy Experience speaks my heart so well.
Have a box of tissues handy, then please join Ann and me in bowing a moment to say, “Thank you.” For we are allowed two… then Heaven.
…with these pumpkins and one incredibly wonderful man.
More to come on my trip to St. Louis this past weekend, but right now I’m going to go peek at these sweet faces one more time.