Isn't God always revealing Himself to us in all things? I, of course, miss much of this because I am, well, basically a space cadet much of my days. But somehow, this morning, I caught a glimpse. It was in my girls. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. They weren't dressed extra cute, didn't say anything extra sweet on their way out of the van, they just looked...angelic. I watched them walking into school as I was pulling away and I couldn't help but to tell God "Thank you for sharing them with me." They really are HIS, not mine. Everything good in them was given by Him, not me. Everything that I enjoy about them is a result of HIS work, not mine... Their sweetness, their curls, their questions, their laughter, their energy, their absolute love of me... all given by HIM. They are treasures, right here in front of me, every day, yet every day I miss it. I see them and hear them but I don't always see Him in them, hear Him in them.
Today I did.
My heart ached to see them walk away from me. I am missing them even though they are only a few blocks away. I am pondering all of the little things I love about them.
Why do I not do this with the Lord?
I don't remember the last time I sat and pondered the things of the Lord. I am so busy with all of the things that make my heart ache, that I don't stop to consider that His presence could soothe all of that. I am so undisciplined in pretty much every area of my life that I don't rightly include God in anything, much less in everything, the way I am supposed to. Today, I will look at my sweet girls when they come home and soak in the beauty of them, and the glory of the mighty God who created them.
He makes beautiful things, and He makes all things beautiful.
Thank you Father.
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