Life has been clouded a bit by the pressure of challenging circumstances, which I know is typical of the human experience. Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to just keep up with the day-to-day grind, I miss out on the good stuff.
Then suddenly God blesses me with a moment of grace, and I remember to just take a breath. When I exhale, the fog is pushed away, and I see that God has given me opportunities to love. Being an expression of God’s love is more important than anything else I keep myself busy doing.
It’s past time for me to pray more. A few years ago, I didn’t have the same level of responsibility; and I had the joy of reading spiritual volumes and the Bible and of worshipping to my heart’s content. Now I have little people counting on me and Jesus as my only partner. But I’ve been forgetting to communicate with the One who says He’ll be my husband and father and mother when I have none.
Frankly, it’s embarrassing to admit that I’ve been living in a fog and carrying around wrong attitudes that lead to impatience with others. But I know I’m not the only person with these struggles. I believe the blessing of this hole I’ve dug for myself is that I can share the victory God gives to me as I climb to high ground.
These are the faces of the little ones God is giving me the clear blessing of helping to raise. They are what I see when the haze clears. I pray that the fog will be a lot more intermittent than it has been of late.