Still rubbing sleep from his green eyes, Joshua crossed the lamp-lit room and snuggled in beside me.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he lay his brown-haired head on my shoulder and began to suck on the corner of his fuzzy blue blankie.
“Just talking to God,” I replied, scribbling praise in my little striped notebook.
“I can’t hear what you're saying,” my littlest boy whispered, his gaze following my ink pen.
"God can,” I assured him; then planted a kiss on his tousled hair.
He watched quietly as I recounted grace, his hot breath warming my arm.
Dawn’s fingers reached for the dewey grass as my favorite five-year-old reached for my hand and rested his cheek on our tangled fingers.
My pen moved soundless across the page and he exhaled a contented sigh.
“I love you, Mommy. And I love this day....”
The steady beat of his heart pulsed against my side as the fruit of my womb nestled closer still. I inhaled grace. Exhaled praise.
Peace hung hushed between us as I framed the moment with thanks...
1015. Joshua's soft skin pressed against mine while the sun rises.
1016. The muffled beat of his heart beneath his baseball pjs.
1017. The smell of his sleepy head, sweaty from a night beneath the covers.
1018. His warm fingers stroking my arm.
And once again it struck me- why this notebook is changing my days.
It's because gratitude is the heartbeat of grace.
Praise is the pulse of Heaven.
And so I count and number, name and give thanks. And when the clamor of life grows loud and the rhythm of His grace grows din, gratitude is my metronome in the madness.
Praise syncs my soul with His song.
The boy on my lap spied sunlight out the window and realized our two-some time was short.
So he shimmied down my legs and puttered across the room, grabbed his Bible off the shelf and plopped it with purpose on my lap.
So he shimmied down my legs and puttered across the room, grabbed his Bible off the shelf and plopped it with purpose on my lap.
“Are you done talking to God, Mommy?” he asked as he climbed back into my arms.
I set my pencil aside and closed my notebook. “No, but I think I'm ready to listen.”
Then together we opened the Word and tuned our ears to the Creator's timeless cadence.
The Overflow: He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.-Psalm 40:3a
The Overflow: He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.-Psalm 40:3a
Still Counting....
1018. Standing under my friend's umbrella in the rain on the soccer sidelines.
1019. My Dad in his red sweatshirt getting soaked as he cheers for Lizzy
1020. Hot cocoa on a cold gray day
1021. Maggie piling books high and inviting me to "read a pile."
1022. The stars that declare HIS glory.
1023. Lego creations lining the coffee table
1024. Smiles on Monday morning- a new week awaits
1025. Mountains of CLEAN laundry waiting to be folded
Linking with these beautiful grace seekers today...ann for 1000 gifts, l.l. for on, in, and around mondays, laura for playdates with god and jen for soli deo gloria
