It's a Friday

Oh, I'm so happy it's Friday. This has been one of the happiest weeks ever - not because of anything really spectacular, I'm just finally, slowly learning to live with  my eyes open. Do you realize how many blessings we are showered with each and every day?? It's ridiculous. He must love us a bundle of a lot. I've taken to *stopping* every time I notice a new blessing to write it down on an on-going list. At first I thought it would take a long time to fill...but once you let the Father open your eyes, it's incredible how fast your list keeps growing...and growing, and how many pages you keep filling, and filling. He makes my heart ring.

Right now I'm sitting here listening to one the happiest sounds ever - laughter. I've got four little boys stuffed in a cardboard box that came in the mail yesterday(the box, mind you, not the boys!), and they are using it as a rocket to fly down the stairs. Clunk Clunk Clunk BOOM! Explosion of laughter. Better right that down on my list...

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Last night Mama and Dad were on a date. It was dark, and late, and there were two little boys kinda scared. My room quickly was transformed into a camping ground where we all piled in for the night. John-boy in bed with me, David in a sleeping bag on the rug, and Steph in her bed across. Daddy always sings hymns with the boys, then says night prayers, so I fill his spot in this time. We sing, and pray, and I'm begged into telling a story. John's eyes grow bigger as I tell how the three men of God were thrown into the fiery furnace after refusing to bow down to the idol. After I promise to tell it again in the morning, they settle down and close eyes for prayer. It's a holy sight. How did I end up in this wonderful Christian home? Thank You, dear Lord, for letting me live that moment. 

My eyes are opened quickly by David, who's had a bad dream. He climbs in bed with me and John, who's awake now too. After calming fears of toe-eating-bears, Johnny remembers my promise and asks for the story again. Smiling, I rub my eyes and sit up a little. What time is it? I'm so tired. But I see those big eyes, staring up at "Meggy," and I smile again. I shake myself awake. I do love being a sister. How neat a gift it is, to be trusted completely. They trust Meggy to wipe away the scary dream, to keep them safe all night long, to teach them a new story. What an extraordinary gift. Oh, let me not miss those moments...

I'll sleep later. I repeat that story, followed by the Ten Plagues, cuddled up with two precious bundles, so early in the morning, and I think of that trust. That kind of perfect trust that we have in our Heavenly Father, who is never tired. Never sleeps. We can always come to Him, knowing He'll wipe away our fears. Surround us with a shield of safety. To teach us great, knew things. Man, let me not miss those moments, a chance to be like Him. How many times I miss it. Just too tired. Too busy to realize what He's doing in that very moment. I just gotta say - my God is an awesome God, to pull me into those moments.

Look for those moments. Write them down. He's got a mind-blowing lesson to teach us.

“Do we truly stumble so blind that we must be affronted with blinding magnificence for our burry soul-sight to recognize grandeur? The very same surging magnificence that cascades over our every day here.”
- Ann Voskamp