
I don’t want to miss how beautiful this life is.
The way a new day’s sunlight bounces off my bedroom walls. The deep sleeping breaths of my baby boy. The swirl of steam from my morning coffee.
I keep asking for clarity—for God to show up and reveal himself to me in some extraordinary way. I’m desperate for it in this season.
But I’m finding that God often reveals himself to me in the most ordinary of moments. The still, small parts of my day that I rush past. Just as God was in the small whisper for Elijah, God is in the small intricacies of our lives.
He speaks to us as we fold our children’s laundry, as we wipe away their tears, and put band-aids over their scraped knees. He moves when we are sleep-trapped under an infant or when our littles wake us up for the third time in the night. He’s with us when life feels chaotic and out of control and everything seems to be falling apart around us.
There’s no single moment in this life that our Lord is not with us. He’s in every nook and cranny of our life, coming close and whispering,
Slow down and see what’s true right in front of you.
And gosh, I just keep missing it.
I am not immune to the hustle and bustle of this world. I run toward what I think will give me fulfillment. I long for the gifts of the Giver, but I forget that they’re found in the small, simple moments. I’m desperate for manna, but wish for more than the manna right in front of me.
Lord, wake me up to this beautiful life.
This is what I know is true: God is always faithful, and this life is wonderful because he gave it to me.
The parts that are less than ideal. The ordinary and simple. The messy, broken bits of a life I had planned out. The toys scattered across the living room floor. The hand me down baby clothes and never quite clean kitchen. The late nights calming a crying baby.
It’s beautiful. It’s home. It’s everything I never knew I needed. And the Lord is within it all.
beautiful piece!