It does not end, this transformation by grace, does it? I have incredible days that I live as I love the people God has given me to spend the moments of my days with. But then other days, I feel as if the breath has been knocked out of me. Although, these days are coming less and less, during them I stand face-to-face with my humanity, my sinful nature and my heart is brought low.
It is those times when things are going well that I forget that it is GRACE that has enabled me to walk both the joy-filled days and the days I am weary, joy-seeking.
It does not need to take a crisis or a heartache to bring me to the feet of my Savior.
I do not need to feel overwhelmed and at my ropes end before I cast my care.
Today I am still, and reminded of my need for God to transform my heart. It is easy for me to do the right things for the wrong reasons.
What I perceive as God’s “No,” may actually be His “Wait.”
Am I waiting for Him? Yes, but He is also waiting on me. Waiting for my heart change.
Continue to refine me, Lord.
Today I give Him THANKS for…
124. His work of GRACE continuing as I count His gifts to me
125. opportunities to connect to each of my children’s hearts
126. tender-hearted Big-Brother embracing toddler baby girl
127. laughing, laughing and laughing as a family
128. playing with son, his favorite game…UNO
129. my man, who is a loving husband and generous father, taking a half-day off work to take us to Sea World
130. Big-Sis kneeling and playing with toddler baby girl in the sand
131. early morning walks with Husband to and from the barn, feeding horses
132. the priceless opportunities to witness Son’s growing in confidence while giving presentations in week 18 of Classical Conversations
133. Daddy’s girl enjoying her Puerto Rican rice and beans
134. morning time prayers that are full of laughter and knowing God is in that
135. lying on a blanket on our grassy field, while reading on a perfectly cool, breezy Florida day
136. Husband walking in on me, while my tears are streaming and my heart is pouring out as I pen in my journal to my Abba Father and Husband nodding and smiling an unspoken “I understand” as he closes door and takes care of breakfast…
Only by His grace…