I lie here listening to the fan, to the faint sound of the air conditioner running outside of our bedroom window.  I hear the soft breathing of my husband, smell the scent of soap on his skin, still fresh from the shower.  I see the light glimmering off my wedding bands, and my heart fills because honestly, it really doesn't get any better than this.

As I went to kiss my children goodnight, they were already asleep (it was Daddy's night to tuck them in).  I crawled into the bed with them, pulling Dylan's headphones off.  I could hear the faint melody, the acappella hymns he loves so much, and tears came to my eyes as I realized the choice he had made.  The choice to fall asleep worshiping his God.  My heart melts and breaks at the same time, knowing this moment won't last forever.  I kissed them softly, brushed the hair out of their little eyes, and retreated to my room, sliding between the sheets, melting into the comfort.

God is amazing.  I don't tell him, or you, or anyone else that enough.  But he is.

I've been struggling spiritually, probably for a lot of reasons.  But a lot of them, I know, are my own doing.  But God is still amazing.  And in my soul, I still know this, like I know the beating of my own heart.  My prayer is that I will become a more purposeful person, not only in my spiritual life, but in everything.  Because God has given me so much.  So much.  It's on me now.