We've all seen God move. Move in huge ways, in fact. Like when you're told you'll never have children and suddenly you're pregnant with twins. Or when you're told your 15 year old daughter will not live through the night after a car accident and now she is a junior in college. When your unbelieving husband comes up out of the baptistery. When you're 35 and you feel like you will never find someone to love and then prince charming rides in and sweeps you off your feet. God works in big ways. God is good. And that is what a lot of us are looking for. We're looking for the big things.
We pray so hard, and we wonder why God isn't answering, isn't hearing, isn't doing anything. We pray and pray and then shake our head with tears when our houses foreclose. We cry out in agony when we lose our babies, we fall into darkness when we are abused, neglected, hurt. We don't understand why in these times God didn't move in huge ways for us. Why did her baby live and mine didn't? Why are they still in their home and we're barely making it? Why did he get cured from cancer and my husband is dying? Why? We're looking for the big things, and for certain God does move in huge ways.
But sometimes he doesn't.
And it is in those times that we need to remember that God isn't just in the big things, He is in the little things too.
The rustle of the leaves as the wind blows them to the ground in the Autumn. The squeals of giggling children playing in the yard. The snow falling silently to the ground. Feeling those extra few seconds of a hug when a friend just knows you need it. Watching 4 guys (including someone you wouldn't expect) work on your car in the dark because it won't start and you need to get home from church. (Okay that was a personal one, but still :))
He's in the little extra bit of money in that pay check that you didn't expect.
He's in the kindness of the man who returns your check card when you didn't realize you dropped it.
In that card of encouragement that came in the mail signed anonymous.
He's in the sky. In the sunset, and sunrise.
He is in it all.
So today, if like me, you're wondering why God isn't moving in huge ways for you, look around and find the small ways God is moving for you. They add up. Really. And know that he hears you always when you pray. And he is always, always with you.
I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.
I'm here to use my voice. So many people can't. In a world of darkness, I just want to help God's light to shine through. I pray that my words are His, and my love is His, as well. This is my journey through the darkness. To start are the beginning of the story, click here.