Monday, July 6, 2009

Sunday morning.
I really need my sleep after all the business that the holiday weekend brought.

Come be with me.

I open one eye half way and shut it quickly after seeing the flood of sunlight coming in through the window. My back is sore. I can't sit through the service comfortably. Brandon won't go. I have to rest so I can go back to work tomorrow.

I want to bless you.

Ughhh.... I roll out of bed and slowly get dressed. I kiss my sleeping husband. I grab my journal and my bible and head out the door.

I make my way to starbucks for my comfort in a cup. The farmer's market across the street is buzzing. I see yard sale signs. There are a million things pulling my thoughts. The weekend is almost over! When do I get some me time?

I'll fulfill you.
Come be with me.

It's been three months since I've been able to attend church. I have so many excuses not to go.
I finally find a spot in the crowded parking lot. Annoyed that I have to park so far away. I make my way inside and find a seat.

Suddenly I feel like I've been hit with a ton of bricks. The music washes over me like a flood. My heart starts to pound. My eyes fill up with tears.

I've missed you.

Before I know it, I'm on my feet, praising God with my heart overflowing. Tears streaming down my face. There is no other place I would rather be. I soak up the sermon attentively, not even once wishing I was at home in bed. I don't even notice my pain. I don't want it to end. Your prescence is so amazing.

I leave with a huge smile on my face. I enjoy the long walk back to my car. I am filled with energy. I spend the rest of the day at the farmer's market, the antique mall and even hit a yard sale on the way home.

The rest of the day goes by slowly. I don't even need a nap. I enjoy the sunset on a nice walk with my sweetheart. Somehow you have taken care of everything. I lay my head down feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and thankfulness for the blessings you have given me. My heart feels renewed. You give me so much!

And all you ask for is my heart and a little of my time.

How lucky am I?

1 comment:

  1. Sigh! Such beauty you can put on paper. Your heart is so easy to love. And your beauty is invigorating.
    You, sweet friend, are an inspiration. Thank you for letting God speak through your heart.
    Love you so!