wow, it feels like forever since i posted last. i am back from west texas. it was a very hard trip and i wish that i could say that it went as well as i hoped. there were many nights that i called my husband in tears. he is so sweet. he drove up late last friday, helped with the work they were doing on my grandma's house on saturday, and drove back home late saturday night. he knew i needed him. i love that guy. we were married nine years yesterday. our marriage has weathered some hard times and truly come out stronger. we are so in love and i am so thankful for him. the two of us are a great team : ) this has just been a weird past six months. i have been feeling very overwhelmed and discouraged, and tuesday night i felt like i was going to lose it. not a fun feeling. however, wednesday when i was doing dishes i heard ever so quietly, "My grace is sufficient, My strength is made perfect in your weakness." wow. just like that, i felt better. nothing is really different. the circumstances are still the same. i just needed to be reminded that God is still there and hear His voice. i started reading "Abba's Child" by brennan manning. oh my. what a due season book. i have had it for years and have picked it up a couple of times to read but could never get into it. i just randomly grabbed it before i left for my trip and did not even pick it up until the very last day. so far, it has hit my heart in so many ways and i am only about a quarter of the way through it. i should have known that it was going to be good when i had tears streaming down my face from reading the following. this describes the past seven years so perfectly: "there have been times....... when the felt presence of God was more real to me than the chair i am sitting on; when the Word ricocheted like broken-backed lightning in every corner of my soul; when a storm of desire carried me to places i had never visited. and there have been other times... when i identified with the words of Mae West: "I used to be Snow White-but i drifted"; when the Word was as stale as old ice cream and bland as tame sausage; when the fire in my belly flickered and died; when i mistook dried-up enthusiasm for gray-haired wisdom; when i dismissed youthful idealism as mere naivete; when i preferred cheap slivers of glass to the pearl of great price." so, having said all of that, it is good to be home. i missed my family. there is a lot of catching up to do. i will leave you with one more thing that i read in the book. it is a blessing that was written by a man named Larry Hein. "May all of your expectations be frustrated, may all your plans be thwarted, may all your desires be withered into nothingness, that you may experience the powerlessness and poverty of a child and sing and dance in the love of God who is Father, Son, and Spirit. Today on planet Earth, may you experience the wonder and beauty of yourself as Abba's Child and temple of the Holy Spirit through Jesus Christ our Lord." |