[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] I[/dropcap] went to bed telling the Lord that I didn’t know what to say about a particular situation. I’ve prayed about it, committed it to Him, and yet every day this week, it’s tried to suck me in. My body is tired; I’m feeling like this babe is just like her brother was and is sitting right in my lap. I’m uncomfortable, crabby, and just trying to get through my days in a somewhat pleasant manner, and I feel like I’ve hit the 3rd trimester 3 weeks too early. So my body and my emotions are pretty dumpy. My spirit is trying to carry all three, but really, I just need Him to carry all of it, every part of me.
And so I woke up this morning, read my daily devotional on parenting (as I had already lost it with my oldest before 8am) and realized it was exactly where I was at. And the version it happened to be written in just nailed it right on the head:
Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. Romans 8:26-28 MSG
We’ve been spoiled this year in that we’ve gotten to have a few date nights on a consistent basis. However, due to our busy schedules, my zillion midwife/doctor appointments/ultrasounds, work schedules, etc., we need to give our babysitters (AKA family) a break. So tonight is our last night out, and we’re going to feed the homeless at the Denver Rescue Mission. I have no idea what to expect. But I know that we need to get out and serve someone else, so I feel like the timing is perfect. My body may regret it at the end, but my heart won’t.
As always, I know God is with us, in us, working always for our good, and we’re the ones who forget that. Yet I am ever aware of my need for His daily presence, daily companionship, daily encouragement, and it’s my choice to walk in it or or out of it. So I’m in it today. And I’m thankful for Him more than anything else. Just thankful for how He loves us. Small, insignificant me, and yet He gave His Son so that I could walk with Him, talk with Him, and be in relationship with Him. Beautifully mind-blowing, humbling, and awe-inspiring all at once. God is beyond good; Jesus is beyond beautiful.
May I sit at His feet and behold His beauty as often as I can . . .