We had just made it back into town. She had driven her new car, with me as her passenger, the 3 1/2 hours from North Mississippi to Central Arkansas. And she had done so well. Drove the speed limit. Both hands on the wheel at 10 and 2. And I was so proud of her. And was happy that she was happy. And then….”How Great is our God” came on the radio. And we both started singing – every. last. lyric. Because we knew how true it was – and is – and always will be. Our God is great. All. the. time. As we pulled into the restaurant to grab dinner before heading home, I fought back tears as the song ended. And she wanted to know why I was sniffing; why tears were swelling up in my eyes. And all I could say was, “Because it’s so true. God is so good and we are so blessed.”
In a matter of 2-3 minutes during the course of a song, an overwhelming flood of thoughts penetrated my mind and my heart. My 16 year-old daughter who loves the Lord so much and shows no shame in praising Him in a new car or an old one – or anywhere. My husband who has shown me what Godly, unconditional love truly looks like. My mother who worked so hard as a single parent to provide for my sister and I. My son who has matured into such a fine, young man and who is making his own good way despite my often ‘young-and-dumb’ (as my mother would say) actions back in his childhood days. My aunt who has been diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time and her daughter/my cousin who is also battling the terrifying disease. And the prayers that I said for each of them throughout the weekend. And so many needs. In my own family. In my church family. And grace. God’s grace. In my life. And yours. And I just couldn’t help it. My heart was full of gratitude. And faith. That He will provide – because He always has. That He will heal – because I know that He can. And that He will save. Because He loves all of us just that much.
So there I was in yet another moment – and I’m so thankful. Because among the new car and all the other “stuff” that I might find myself surrounded by, there’s nothing or no one that can compare to how great my God is!
Sleeping in – well, until 7:30 at least – and that’s LATE for me, believe me! Cup of coffee (in my favorite I love NY cup) – already on the nightstand upon my eyes opening. Precious, quiet moments in the Word followed by some snuggling and chatting with my husband. Sausage, eggs, hash browns, toast – and more coffee. College football on the 55 inch flat screen. Open air, clear blue sky Jeep ride to a vintage/shabby chic store (hello, my fav). Really cool, bluesy-sounding band playing at the vintage store. Really, y’all? Can we get much better?
Giggling girls in the house – curling hair, painting nails and making up faces – as they get ready for the Homecoming Dance. And sitting on the swinging bed on the screened-in porch – 76 degrees, birds chirping, anxiously awaiting the return of my husband from the grocery store with steaks for grilling. And I wonder, “Is there a more perfect day?”
I’m content. I’m happy. I’m extremely blessed. And most importantly, I know that in a completely un-perfect world, our Heavenly Father can – and does – give us glimpses of His perfection each and every day. What does YOUR perfect day look like? He may just give it to you when you least expect it. And we ain’t seen nothin’ yet…Heaven awaits for those of us who choose to believe. 🙂
Live – Love – Laugh – and give Him the glory, y’all! Happy, Bee-U-Tee-Full Saturday!
Sprawled out on a thick, comfy cushion atop a beach chaise in Los Cabos Mexico. Turquoise blue ocean waves crashing upon a sandy shore, the sun beaming brightly in a cloudless sky and a faint breeze slightly tugging on my floppy, straw hat with the man of my dreams on the chaise next to me within arm’s reach. It was then and there, as I was praying and thanking God for the beauty of His creation and the blessing of the trip itself, that He dropped the title of today’s blog deep within my spirit.
That was in June of this year. Four months ago. I haven’t written since sometime before that and as my natural inclination begs the questions, “Why?” or “What has taken me so long?” I am reminded that God’s timing is perfect. Although the longing to put the fingers to the keyboard hasn’t waivered, perhaps the priority has. Perhaps other “things” have found their way to the top of the never-ending To-Do List. Or maybe, I’ve simply been embracing other moments, doing the best I could, with my Father’s help, to pave the way for this very moment right now.
I stayed home from church today. Bronchitis – one; me – zero. Ok, bronchitis you win. What? Win? This isn’t a competition. But you see for me, it was. Almost a week ago I was diagnosed and after receiving several prescriptions, I determined to beat it. Too much to do. Too many moments to enjoy. But this tired, overworked, under-rested body – and my Heavenly Father had other plans. I needed sleep. I needed time with Jesus. I needed to be still in His presence and allow Him to restore my soul, my spirit, my body.
Now, as I lie sprawled out on a chaise in my home, with the sound of a barking dog in a neighbor’s yard, the smell of a roast in the crock pot and a big pile of messy hair on this coughing head, I am forever grateful for this moment. And so incredibly glad that my Daddy, my God loves me with an unconditional, unchanging, crazy kinda love!