It’s one of those nights where sleep just doesn’t want to show up in my bedroom.
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I want to cut my hair. I am loving the long angled bob (the longer version) a whole lot. But I love long hair too much. So I’ll simply have to admire others who have the bravery.
Also? I want to dye my hair.
A yummy dark chocolate brown or a beautiful shade of red.
Possibly a shade I can find at a drugstore and do myself, because the expense of my “natural” blonde is getting to be a bit of a burden on the budget.
Do I dare???
I’ll wait till the fall to decide.
Stay tuned.
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It was such an incredibly peaceful time, where I just felt reminded of why God has allowed me (and all of us) to walk the paths we do.
These are friendships I never thought I deserved or would ever experience having in my lifetime.
They are the perfect addition to my life and every day I feel so blessed to have them.
They are the kind that will absolutely stand the test of time.
Yet, I wouldn’t have them, once again, if I hadn’t walked through all that God has allowed.
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Tonight I said yes, she could sleep with me in my bed…and her eyes lit up.
It was as though I told her tonight was Christmas.
And I realized just how much she needs me, how much our time together means to her.
Earlier today we just sat on the porch steps side by side.
Just the two of us, and she wrapped her arm through mine and simply laid her head on my shoulder. Silently, we sat there watching Stella chase shadows, and it was perfect.
In that moment, I put aside my to do list, my looming deadlines, and I soaked up every minute alone I had with her.
Maybe that’s why I’m still awake.
I love listening to her peaceful sound of sleep. Her deep and steady breaths in and out.
I get to be her mom.
I get to love her and teach her and be her example.
I hope I never let her down….too much.
But, whatever God calls us to…
we’re willing.
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And as I’ve been reading the blog of their stories, I find myself suddenly wondering…..
To show HIS power.
To show HIM.
Less of me, more of Him.
With an open and willing heart.
But, I didn’t.
I knew in doing that, I wasn’t going to learn to have strength, the strength God intends to give.
It was humbling.
The message was for me.
Literally, beside my bed.
Because it felt right…where it’s never felt natural before.
{I don’t ever do this.}
And I began to silently pray.
In a different way.
It was as though my thoughts just floated around and with each one it became a bubble that I imagined was floating up to God.
“Here, and this one. And this one. And oh, this too….”
All the thoughts.
All the worries.
All the people who have been on my heart.
It all just floated to Him without intention or purpose, just happening so naturally and free.
{no drugs were involved.}
So much sorrow for missing the point of Him, and of my lifes purpose all these years.
And for the first time in a long time, with tears, I bared my heart and soul.
All that scared me.
All that I desired.
All that I hoped for.
And then I laid it at his feet and walked away.
Not necessarily in our circumstances. Because often that is impossible.
But if you stop to consider God, and all His incredible love and ways and plans and sovereignty….
you would be overflowing with joy, simply because you are in His presence always.
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Just adored reading your heart and inspired by your faith journey! So much depth and truth— I take back that you look like a fashionista pot head! Lol
And so I don’t get lynched by your readers that is a semi inside JOKE.