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.
Me too, girl, me too. I need to be more purposeful, too. You are awesome. Rinse.Repeat and start all over tomorrow, purposefully. : )
Thank you for sharing dear one. Blessings.