Just simply marvel.
I look back over the weekend and I see Him providing in those days too.
In a Mother's Day spent with just my daughter. And isn't that celebration enough? To be hand in hand with the one who in fact makes me a Mother and calls me Mother. Granted, I cried and wept and said aloud that I deserve something different. But who am I to say that to the One who made me? The One who created me and calls me child. And even as I reflected back upon those shameful words I spoke at 6 in the morning, yet still I felt a whisper: "Just worship me now. Don't fret; just worship me now."
May we worship now as we recount the ways He has provided
A cherished Mother's Day:
Morning spent at the pier in Olympia: soy latte for Mama, park for baby girl, swimming in the sound for Elliott, blueberry danish for baby girl, scone with strawberry jelly for Mama, and a treat of marigolds and basil for Mama
Brunch with friends
Phone calls with family
Sunshine
When I was pulled over, because I was talking on the phone, I only received a warning (yes, that's right. Pulled over on Mother's Day!)
Riding our bike to church with the sunshine on our backs and the warm breeze in our faces
Strawberry shortcakes... well, more like just whipped cream, on the front porch during sunset (that was my favorite part of the day!)
And as I look back over today, what a blessing this day has been to me. Mainly because of one beautiful story of His faithfulness.
So there we were, Tirzah and I. We had just arrived at church last evening after riding our bikes the two miles to arrive. I was grabbing our things out of the trailer and noticed that my purse was absolutely soaked. Like dripping with water. Not only was my purse soaked, my phone was soaked. A damaged phone is normally a big deal, but when you are anticipating a call from your husband who is deployed and whom you have not talked to in two weeks, is devastating. Truly, I almost had a panic attack right there in church. I almost had to leave, at several moments, and rush to the hallway to allow my deluge of tears to come. Luckily, I was tasked with a purpose of being a "stand-in nanny" and hold one of pastor's twins while he dedicated the babies in church. If not for being in front of the congregation, I truly might have lost it.
I prayed and prayed most fervently that my husband would not call. Funny, that is just the opposite of what I had been praying every other night. And so I slept through the night with His peace and woke this morning and headed to the Verizon store.
A new phone now and not even an hour later, while I am on the phone with Marlene, a call comes in and I have to take it for I don't recognize the number.
It's him!
And so it was at that moment that the flood began.
What a small gift from a hugely faithful God.
(And our sweet Soldier is doing well! He needs our prayers constantly. He loves his platoon and loves working alongside his sergeant. He would like prayer in regards to being the "middle-man" between his Captain and his platoon. He said he has felt covered in prayers and has felt such peace. Praise God!)
And here is his address, if you have a mind to send him anything. He said he was really ready for some refined sugar!! AND, his birthday is the 23rd of this month...
1st LT. Shear, Daniel
Task Force 4-23 IN BN B Co. 3rd Platoon
FOB Sakari Kariz
ATO AE 09370
(COP AJK)
And these are just more moments of grace to share. She was absolutely precious today.
These overalls are ones her Daddy wore when he was a child.
And these cutest shoes ever, Toms from her Auntie Renee.
 |
| Here she is shopping around the kitchen. She used my Verizon bag and put whatever she could find: a spoon, her shoes, an ice cream scoop, a cheese grater, measuring spoons, and a roll of Elliott's doggie poopie bags! |
No comments:
Post a Comment