I need to say: I am awesomely blessed. Please friend, don’t read those words lightly – I am not by any means prone to optimism or gratitude. No, for me complaining and ‘realism’ are reoccurring battles. Yet here I am feeling overwhelmed by the goodness of our Father. I am married to a marvelous man, we have two scrumptuous kids, food in our fridge (and ice cream in my bowl at present) and now a puppy. (Our new addition, in case you are wondering, is at different times amusing, frustrating, easily excited, and down-right lovable. )
I am so blessed. God has totally been pouring His extravagant love on me through friends. It is only Wednesday and already this week I have been encouraged and challenged through face-to-face time with five amazing women – dreamers and shakers – each of them uniquely beautiful in how their lives reflect Jesus. All this meeting and talking is not my norm, but I wouldn’t mind one bit if it became just that. How rich life feels when shared!
I have said in the past that there are dreams that I hold so dear that I rarely speak of them. Well, I have been voicing them more lately . . . those hopes and goals . . . and even as words have left my mouth I hear the verse, ‘Not by might, not by power, but by my spirit.” . . . Yes! I keep meditating on that verse . . . . May God’s righteous will prevail – and may I ever be in that will . . . and keep my little opinions to myself. Movements that are God-breathed happen almost on their own, and simply require willing participants who are seeking His face – not pushy people trying to make something happen.
So in the end I pray, “Lord, Thy will be done – show me the next step, and please give me the strength to follow.”