Today, this week – I’m remembering blessing, answered prayers, and Holy Spirit. . .
. . . . celebrating my son and his future wife in a place where the holy spirit has fallen. When it’s fallen in a place, it lingers – and affects those who come upon that place again. I felt it there the day of the wedding shower, and it created such a sweetness and gentleness – and so many other things the moments needed.
. . . . friends using their gifts to create a celebration for a boys-only mom welcoming a daughter into the family! Using their gifts and their special, unique love languages, friends whose stories are woven into my story.
. . . . out-of-the-box ideas like corn hole and wedding cake decorating, engagement ring hunts – sitting long and talking much.
. . . . Prayers and recipes given, a Honey-Do Shower for All the Things that Need Doin’ – from the Kitchen to the Garage to the Garden.
This week, I’m remembering all the prayers for this son – the ones before he was born, the prayers, tears, and miracle from the day he was born, and the ones after. I’m remembering the prayers for his bride-to-be, too – the ones from before I knew her, the ones sent out before she learned to walk, to dance, before she was a Sugar Plum Fairy, before she said, “I do.”
I’m remembering God’s faithfulness, the answered prayers, the miracles, and the everyday ordinary. I am thankful that He authored Faith, Hope and Love, that He writes the love stories and the overcoming stories, that He loves selflessly and fully in ways I still cannot fathom but understand a tiny bit more each day.
What is goodness? It is God! Even when life doesn’t feel like goodness, doesn’t look like goodness – He brings the goodness in to it because He is good!
I’m going to rest in that this week – rest and thank Him!
“And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma.” ~ Ephesians 5:2
(To read One Reason I believe, Click here)
No link-up this week! I’m still trying to gather all the threads of the daily)