What a gift.
I am not so far removed from the chaotic mornings of getting ready for work.
Getting 3 kids prepared for daycare or school.
My quiet time.
Devotions with the kids.
Preparation for dinner.
All before 6:30 am.
Farm chores and details.
This quiet time is a gift;
One I do not take lightly.
I listen to the quiet and reflect on Gods goodness.
I praise Him.
For we were created for praise.
Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name;
worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness.
I move to different spaces in the house-
Depending on the season.
It renews my purpose.
It helps me focus.
I want all I do each day to be intentional.
We’re not perfect.
We never will be.
Even our best efforts fall short.
Yet, I want to be faithful in the process;
open to learning.
My desire; to be more like Christ in all I do.
A season of Thankfulness will soon give way to Advent- a time of Preparation.
A time to prepare our hearts, as we wait for the birth of our Savior.
These are holy moments.
Ones I don’t want to miss.
I work to focus.
I work to turn my sin laden heart towards the One who will guide me.
I lay my anxious thoughts and anger at the foot of the cross.
Because he can handle it.
I come before this righteous and Holy God offering all I am and all I have.
My soul is at peace.
This doesn’t mean that all things are glorious in Davisland. . . by any means.
It just means that I’m stepping into this day with God.
It’s His day.
And I’m going to try my hardest to keep my eyes open to His leading.
Of course I am going to fail.
That’s why tomorrows quiet time will be so needed.
30 Days of Thankfulness
I am thankful for:
The warmer weather- yes 34 feels like a heat wave
A new day to sing His song again
The sound of my wind chimes
Hot coffee in my mug
The early hush just before dawn
conversations with my cousin
our small group
college friends who never stop praying
my kids as they teach me lessons I didn’t know I needed to learn
anticipation of the farmettes arrival
Guests coming to the Guest House
Amazing grace, I so desperately need it
Anticipation of our son going to the Marine Ball
A new fresh day before us