So here I am. A few weeks into summer break. The new house is looking good; there’s nothing pressing or overtly ugly to fix. The kids are home all day; for better or worse. We only leave the house when we WANT to; playdates & errands, usually. And Satan is trying to use this idle time against me. This time that I was so looking forward to is being clouded with fuzziness and a distinct lack of motivation. Well, suck.
Then, this morning happened. I got up to feed the baby at 5:45 (the fact that he still wakes up for feedings at 10 months is a whole other post!), and stayed awake. I made coffee. I did a short yoga sequence. I drank hot coffee and studied the Bible. This is not a new routine for me. This is a routine I have had for the past year, but has been interrupted lately for a variety of reasons. But, this is a routine that gives me life. More about that another time though. J
Glory to God, y'all. (I’m still trying that word out. Yankee to my core, apparently!) Praise be to God for fighting for me. When I could hardly function under the cloud, Jesus said, “Screw you, Satan! You can’t have her!” Seriously!? The God of the universe fights for ME! What an incredible love I feel from my Jesus. The One who saved me! The One who continues to save me every. Single. Day. Glory to God.
So, today, I’ll find the small things to be grateful for. Eggs. Bread. Blanket forts. A fat baby who finally rolls (God help me!), PBS kids, sunshine, and on and on and on. But, I’ll also look for where God is moving, and be thankful for those things too. His providence. His protection. His grace. His mercy. His love. Definitely His love.