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.
I love this season.