I sit here, in my quiet time chair and just marvel. I look around our bedroom and see seven of our nine children, some on the bed, some on the floor, some perched on the dresser. I see my husband, who for years has tried to have that consistent 'devotions' we are supposed to have as a family. I see the bible in his hand.
It really has happened. Each morning for the past couple of years we all gather in our bedroom before Brian leaves for work. He asks if anyone has anything to share from the Word. Some days we have lots, some days, not so much, but we gather. He ask for prayer requests. "itchy arms", "focus with school", "salvation for loved ones", "mercy for those struggling with losing it all", we all shout out our requests.
We share the Word, we pray together, and sometimes we sing a hymn together. Years and years we have struggled to make this happen on a regular basis. We can't be the only ones, right? I am not sure what changed, but I am so thankful it has. I do know it must only be by His grace, because we have tried and tried.
It's the little things throughout the day, when you take time to notice, they really add up. We do this every day and I guess I often take it for granted, but today, I shake my head in awe at what He has done.
It's not every day we have live worship, but after hearing Isaiah worshiping with his guitar in his room the night before we asked him to play for us. Really?? I 'get' to be the mama here?! Taking note of such sweet things really makes the 3,957 frustrating things in any given day seem so inconsequential.
Such a thankful Mama today!
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. (James 1:17)