I sport a baggy, comfy sweater with my hair piled into a messy knot on the top of my head as I sit down. The house is dark and quiet–quiet at last. Although there is a beauty to be found in the noise of a house full of people, I treasure the quiet too. Perhaps it’s this time of year, the weather, or the black coffee… but there is an overflow of memories, praises and lessons from this fall so far and I’m thankful.
Yes, thankful for things like…
-The opportunity to learn and start on my Doula certification.
-Iceskating with sweet cousin and little sister… I might as well have been flying and dancing in the air.
– A Grandmother willing to give up her week to help us paint
–The countless inside jokes, times of laughter and fun that happen every single day around here… Siblings are the best.
–The fragrance of fall: chai, candles, the fireplace, that cold fall scent in the wind…
-Opportuinities for this little Texas girl to wear sweaters.
-Many little hands learning the skill of basket-weaving. Stories. Laughter. Wednesdays.
-Heart-felt prayers with dear friends in the parking-lot. Marveling at my God’s power as He had worked mightily in the lives of the ones I prayed with. Mightily indeed.
-Rotten milk and finding the lesson in it.
-Deep discussions and driving lessons with my Dad.
-Friends in Christ whom when you ask “how are you doing?” it is always meant and answered at a spiritual level. And conversations that could go on forever about the Lord.
-Morning devotions with family.
-Forgiveness, grace, and lessons… oh so many lessons. Oh so much more to learn.
-Learning to choose joy. Like earlier this week as we were getting ready for some last minute, out-of-state guests I was frazzled. And I showed it. Little sis wanted to know what was wrong–why I wasn’t being “me.” I tried justifying my attitude, but then the Holy Spirit pricked my heart. My attitude wasn’t helping anything and it wasn’t honoring my King. Even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I smiled. “Abba, help me choose joy.” And I began to sing to the Lord. As my praises wafted through the house my heart was transformed from one of complaining to one of praise. I want to be a woman of joy, a woman of praise–not ungrateful or complaining!
-Encouragement in the form of conversations, e-mails, verses and comments.
-Oh and Jesus. My precious Yeshua. Learning afresh of His love for me–letting the beauty of 1 John 4 sit in. Longing to know Him and His love for me even more. There is Joy in His presence.
These things are just a few–only a drop in a bucket. And so I slip into bed whispering thanks and asking Him once again to draw me nearer.