Torrents of Grace
Satisfied with the things He has given and content to do without the things He has denied. What a joyful place to be. I have limited my social media because He asked me to, and He has shown me the things I would've missed if I hadn't.
They are all little things. Noticing details. Soaking in the sunny rays of moments and taking note to enjoy them.
The other morning I was sitting outside on our little green porch, drinking in the early hours, when out comes Abbie in her nightgown, barefooted and her hair bed-bedraggled. She trotted past me, spotted the flock of chickens and raced down the hill to chase them, her blond wisps wildly blowing behind her. Perfect moment.
Time spent with friends, moments of quiet, the smell of mowed lawn, warm breezes, fresh rain, Abbie kissing the little kitty on her birthday card, meeting new people, learning who my family members really are, seeing acquaintances how Jesus sees them. Hearing His quiet answers. Sunrises at 5:00 am. Chaos at our dinner table. Friendships. Asking and having Him provide, so quietly, so proficiently.
Of course I still have the inconvenient little ailments, the burdens, the hectic schedule, the responsibilities, the time to manage, or lack of it... Who doesn't? But it is all peace when given to Him. These little hardships can be contentedly pursued and life can be relished when it's His life and I seek His will and follow Him. Life isn't a battle to be fought. I don't have to seek the status of functioning. But I can live above survival mode and revel in my every moment.
“When you find that weariness depresses or amusement distracts you, you will calmly turn with an untroubled spirit to your heavenly Father, who is always holding out His arms to you. ...He will never leave you in want. A trustful glance, a silent movement of the heart towards Him will renew your strength; and though you may feel as if your soul were downcast and numb, whatever God calls you to do, He will give you power and courage to perform. Our Heavenly Father, so far from overlooking us, is only waiting to find our hearts open, to pour into them the torrents of His grace.” ~ Francis Fenelon