Got some information this week that changed me.
Trying to process it all, take the next step – whatever that is, figure out what it means for me.
In the multitude of thoughts within me, my husband simply tells me that I am precious to him. Enough to lift my head. My friend tells me that Jesus makes all things new. Enough to remind me. My sister tells me my conviction that I am having a good hair day is… debatable. Enough to laugh.
I know it’s all about mercy.
My family runs and plays in an open field for just a few minutes. But I could do it for a million more years. These little giggling girls are my delight, and the air smells so good. The sun is setting over the water, dancing through trees, and highlighting brown curls. That God made all this so amazing and shared it with me?
At a distance Rhema is dancing, engaging in a spontaneous game of chase with her father. She’s looking in his eyes, she’s squealing, she’s connecting, she’s playing a game. And the princess prances between them in bare feet, announcing her name is Ellory.
I know it’s all mercy.
There’s no arguing this point. It’s undeserved, what He has given me. This day, this family, all this life. Every day of this life He’s been saving me.
Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart.
Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground
And weep for the praise of the mercy I’ve found.
~Thy Mercy, My God sung by Sandra McCracken
***Well, it was not exactly easy to get Rhema to pick a name out of the hat, but… the winner of the giveaway for Dancing with Max by Emily Colson is:
Cheairs! Cheairs is a beautiful writer! Her blog at Redefining Typical has a way of quieting my heart.
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