i sit, back from vacation, house alone and quiet.
why am i afraid to write? i read and i am inspired and then i do nothing to process the things i hear, to record my thoughts, the pictures i see.
i don't know what scares me.
i guess that isn't entirely true. i am afraid of what others would think of me. i SAY i don't care, but i must....or i'd record this wonderful journey of a life that sometimes makes sense and other times is hard.
each day, i want to give a gift to God--a gift of my words giving Him all the glory.
and i want to count my blessings...there are so many. have i said this already? i don't think i even believe myself.
today, i am grateful for laundry....the proof that there are others under this room. others for whom i care. others who are being shaped by my choices. Lord, help me make godly choices as i parent these children, as i love my husband, as i care for people around me.
i am grateful for praying friends--who tell me they're praying and who check on us. thank you, Lord, for the gift of godly friends. help us invest in each other's lives. help me be a praying freind.
use me as YOU will. help me lay aside the god of "me" and the idol of comfort.
i am yours, i bring all of me for YOU to use as you will.
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