Today I had the baker lady cut some bread for me. And she asked if i wanted another bag to put the bread in because she accidentally got some icing on it. I said no and walked away. What I really wanted to say was, "Dear God, woman! Don't you know I will be sucking on the icing covered bag all through the store to get my sugar rush?"
The other day in the car, Tobin was screaming. And we were all going crazy. I turned around and Asher has his fingers intertwined with his head down. I said, "you okay, buddy?" He says, "yes, i am praying that Jesus will come!"
I LOVE being in my 30's. I love knowing that I am finally figuring myself out. I just hope that in my 40's, I will accept what I figured out.
I have a hard time balancing my life much less my spiritual life. I really hope God knows how much I am aware of Him. Like when I give Him a shout out whilst in the car driving (in Franklin and can manage to get just about anywhere in 15 minutes - HOLLA!!) or at night when I sing songs to my boys and tell them to dream of Him.
Or just the small moments where I am so struck by His love for me that I stop mid-stride.
I do think He knows, understands, and is pleased.
God and I have our own language.
I tend to do more of the talking because
sometimes, in the quiet moments,
when I think He's about to tell me something...
...I fear my heart might explode.
So I take His face in my hands and kiss His nose and our eyes meet.
Because I know...HE is very aware of me.
And He looks at me and smiles because
HE knows...that I am very aware of His presence
and most certainly aware of His unending love for me.