I think that is why I like to blog. It is an opportunity to process "out loud." It has gotten more and more difficult for me to keep up with it over the last several months. . . and I miss it! I can tell that the more I blog the more I am consistently thinking and learning and growing. When I stop for a time, its like I'm on hold - waiting for life to slow down enough to afford me time to think and learn and grow. But I'm tired of waiting, and I think I need to demand it.
Because what I can say with absolute certainty is that I love Jesus more than I did 3 days ago, or 3 months ago, or 3 years ago. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He is here with me; guiding me, loving me, helping me walk through each day. Even when I don't manage to wake up an hour before the kids and spend time alone reading God's Word and thinking on Him, I am leaning on Him and loving Him (though don't get me wrong - those mornings are the sweetest moments of life and I am hungry for that routine again!!).
I feel like I could spend my whole life reading my bible and I still wouldn't have skimmed the surface of the depth that is available there. And I could probably talk about what I'm learning hours each day and not run out of things to say.
Right now, in the midst of the chaos, I am learning what it means to be content; trusting in God's bigger picture and being thankful for what He has provided. He is awakening my spirit to today and I am doing my best to live it fully for Him and through Him. It has been a difficult few months, but I am awakening from my slumber and refusing to stay on hold.
I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength. Phil. 4:11-13
I'm talking now. And whether anyone really wants to listen or not, it means I'm thinking and learning and growing. I'm grateful for that. . . and for you.
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