Some days I just feel unholy, separated…detached…straining for peace and grace, but barely able to keep the bubbling pot of my sin from boiling over.
A splatter here, a small burn there…little reminders that I’m far from holy as I stir my day.
Quick prayers for grace, deep breaths, heavy sighs and off again to the rushing of the day…the chasing of the boy. I long for solitude and quiet to meditate, but here I am met with the truth:
If I can’t find Jesus amid the chaos…If I don’t know him among the toddler tantrums (and my own), what depth will the solitude bring me?
A friend writes words and I’m reminded that Jesus is there in the chaos and beauty.
And this chaos can still be sacred, it must be sacred or I may lose myself in the worthless instead of finding myself in Grace.
11. Friends to sit and laugh with…
12. Sweet words from my loving husband
13. Sleep without the tossing and turning that comes with growing a babe
14. Stolen moments of quiet
15. A God who is faithful even when I am failing
16. Bear hugs from a little boy not yet 2
17. Little requests to sing the throne song (Before the Throne of God Above) and realizing Someone is pleading on my behalf
18. Chocolate. 
19. The ongoing realization that it’s not about me, it’s not up to me…I don’t have to be perfect, but just to trust and lean on Him who knows
20. The refreshingly cool breeze of fall…it really is finally here!
