……. In my distress I called to the Lord; I called out to my God.
From His temple He heard my voice;
my cry came to his ears.
The earth trembled and quaked,
the foundations of the heavens shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it.
He parted the heavens and came down.
He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the Lord was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.

Several verses from 2 Samuel 22

I read this in a devotion yesterday morning and was FLOORED. That a love so fierce desires to love a lowly. Someone once preached that “there is an enemy who passionately HATES you and a majestic God who passionately LOVES you.” Well, I’d say after reading this that my faith grew and my heart was warmed to the fire of that reality again!

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been quite aware of my short comings and “little sins” that easily trip me up in my walk of faith and am reminded once again of the significance of the Cross of Christ.

We are saved… but we have yet to be sanctified. I am just BATTLING with dealing with the world of ungodly people.

I feel like I take one step forward and two steps back every day being a parent. I grab Bethany’s fork out of her lunch box to wash and it drops on the floor and the dog starts licking it. I’m buttoning up her jacket and I missed a button, but only notice it when I get to the top. I drop her blanket in the rain while my arms are loaded and we are piling into the car to rush off to day care and carry about our busy lives. I’m changing her brown diaper and she MMA drop kicks her foot (wearing a clean sock-now dirty) directly into her poop.

I feel like I never wanted to be in this place of rushing children around and here I am. The days seem to blend together. I’m trying to be a godly wife, an inspiring mother and a committed friend. Life is in 5th gear and I’m learning to juggle and balance. I’m learning to prioritze time for myself. To the things I like doing. Like this…. sitting, candles, writing out the funny thoughts and ideas that come to my head.
As I’m going about my day, observing life… I want to share with others so that we can all open up into one big conversation.
The girls at my work are like my family. I pile to my morning shift after a hectic morning commute, and I know that my frustrations and concerns are heard. Only because I feel that God is opening my eyes to people that he adores. My struggles are REAL and I’m going through a really crazy transition with working, momming and wifing. But through this, I’ve just realized that EVERY single person carries some hefty demands from life. I was on a walk today and through my prayer time… I was asking God to do this, and this, and this, and make sure that this works out for me properly…. and He reminded me to start praying for my girls at work. Every single one of them has brokeness, hardships and struggles… just like me. I’ve realized I can be so internal, so inward focused.
Another realization. I know who and where I want to be, but how do I get there>