I experience different seasons of life just like you. Some are easier than others. Some do not end quickly enough. Then there are seasons where I hardly stop to notice the season. Know what I mean?
I’m noticing this one. But, not the things one would expect for me to notice.
It’s not hard. It’s not easy. Financially? I’ve seen more. I’ve seen less. I don’t notice a real difference in myself as a mother (unless I look at my protruding abdomen.) I’m sure my children have grown a tenth of an inch this past month. I can’t really tell until their jeans hit above their ankles. Kris still makes me laugh out loud just like he does in every other season.
What I am noticing this season is a greater intimacy in my relationship with my heavenly Father. I know He’s always tender. He’s always gentle. But, I’m especially noticing a sweet calm – a peace – that can only come from Him. I think about Him when I take my kids to school and on my drive back home. I think about how good He is when I serve my husband. I think about how a perfect son of God was born in the most humblest of circumstances.
I think about Him.
All the time.
And, my heart overflows.
I am in love.
Totally.
And.
Completely.
With Jesus.
I love this season.
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Dusty,
I know that pleases God, I too am more in love with Him, our sweet, sweet, caring creator. The Great I AM. Sometimes it is hard to watch others suffer, or be sad, and to offer them hope because of how He has poured into my life, is a great thing to share!
Love your blog, always touches my heart, in different ways! Thank you!
An odd closeness has occured with God and I recently. Since graduation in June of 2008 and fulfilling my dream of becoming a nurse I started praying every night on my way to work. Praying that I would be a good nurse, attentive to my patients needs, and to know when I needed to act on their behalf; even when it means butting heads with doctors. After a paticularly difficult patient I added something to my prayer. Please don’t let me do anything to hurt/harm/or otherwise make my patient worse.
I know I took the long way to say this, those long quiet rides to the hospital and back have afforded me a great opportunity to reflect on the love and protection of God and the fagility of life.
I have never felt closer to God than I do now. Closer and very thankful that I have a chance to live my dream and work my passion.
I love this season too, Dusty. This year I am especially trying to ‘teach’ my grandchildren about ‘giving’. Prayers appreciated. 😉