Dear Sweet Jesus,
You are so generous with me. Over and over again, you demonstrate that your love is unconditional and real. As I look back on just the last 24 hours, I can see your hand gently coming closer and placing different gifts before me.
There was the moment I awoke this morning from a deep and restful sleep. It has been a while since I had one of those. Thanks.
Oh, and the perfect cup of coffee, sweet and strong. You sure know how to make some amazing drinks. (And by the way, thanks for taste buds… small, but oh so useful!)
The text from my husband telling me he was praying for me was also a nice touch. Can I just say, Lord, that you did really well with that man? I mean, seriously. What a gift! Thanks.
Hearing piano music in the house as my daughter taught lessons was wonderful. It’s not even just the music, though my heart sings when it hears it. It’s listening to my daughter teach. The love, gentleness, and encouragement that she pours into those little souls reminds me that YOU have given her that gift and I’m thankful that she is using it.
The sweet voice of an inquisitive child with an imagination that has been graced by your touch. A gentle cuddle from a tiny toddler who is carefree in the midst of a family struggle. I saw your hand in this. This ability to pour love into his life even though he may be unaware of the ramifications of the disease that is trying to steal from his future. It was a reminder that nothing can be stolen from him, or any of us, because YOU are more powerful than any outside force that wants to try to come against us. Thank you for our victory through your cross.
There was also the soft chair with pillows and a blanket that happen to be in my friend’s living room. When I’m sitting there, I get to laugh (a lot) and share life with a sister that you have given me in the form of a friend. I am thankful when you pick my friends. There are some amazing women you have gifted to me in my life. They have encouraged, challenged, and loved me no matter what. You are so good at this relationship thing.
When I ponder these gifts, and all the others not even mentioned here, I imagine your face, as a loving father. I’ll bet you have a small grin and a glint of anticipation in your eyes, as you wait for me to notice. Are you longing for my reaction? Are you hoping for joy and excitement? Maybe you are waiting to see if I will recognize that wrapped inside the Grace filled moment you’ve provided, is a peace. A peace that is ready to come dwell deep in my soul and bring me one step closer to finding the balance in my life that I seek.
May I never become so complacent that I don’t look for those moments each day, where you are there, ready to overwhelm me with your love. Help me to never tire of receiving your gifts. Because I know that Ignatius was correct. You will never tire of being generous. It is who you are. My good, good Father.
XOXO,
Barb
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Reflections of a Cute Lil Mom 