So, I promised myself (and a friend!) I would post tonight about our latest bathroom project (think: transformation of some U.G.L.Y. laminate).
And this weekend, I promised myself I would post about the nature of God's grace - is it really "enough"?
But I'm not.
Instead, I'm posting this:
I'm overwhelmed tonight with a gratitude that floods my soul. My dear husband in his "Man Cave", working so hard to keep about 20 plates spinning in the air, pursuing God and Truth with his whole heart. My sweet daughter, sitting at the computer back-to-back with me, rejoicing over a Classical Comparison paper, exultant triumph at making a terrific connection. The beautiful, blossoming 11-year old, coming out from her room to exclaim, "I'm pretty much a failure at sleeping alone."
The dog. Our blessed, crazy, stinky dog, asleep on the floor after making me nuts today.
The top floor full of happy, sleeping children. The one who is still quick to say she misses me, with just enough baby left to snuggle in my lap. The strange man-child that makes his appearance each morning, happily babbling about this or that and still caring what my Momma-heart thinks. The joyful bundle of energy who's going to work with the deaf and blind when she grows up, and shows me her latest sign language.
Oh, the times are hard. Most of you know that. I don't know where we'll be in a month, or two months, or a year.
But oh, God is good. He is so very, very good.
My soul is flooded with gratitude and joy.
Thank you, Father.