My sweet husband got out of bed halfway through that conversation, took our happy, chatty son from me, (who was probably wondering why Mommy's voice sounded so strained) made me a latte, and brought it to me as I cleaned up our room as I talked on the phone (I'm a hardcore stress cleaner. It's a bit of a problem) This man knows my heart oh so well.
So now there I sat, not even 8:30 and Elliott has just gone down for his first nap (consequently from his oh-so-early rising!) After I unload the weight of my morning on my sympathetic husband, I sat back down on the couch to finish my latte and go to open up Facebook on my phone. Then I stop.
Wait. This is not how I want to go forward.
This is how I start most of my days. Coffee. Breakfast and Facebook while I try to shake the cobwebs from my head, then on with the day of vacuuming, playing with Elliott, laundry, emails and such. This day though, I feel like I can't possibly go forward without inviting Jesus into my day. I need him desperately, and as I turn off the tv that Chris had turned on to catch the morning news, I feel almost jealous for His time. I don't want anything to happen until I can spend some time with Him. I miss Him. I need Him.
I pull out my Bible and start reading the gospels. I haven't read the gospels for way too long because somewhere along the way I started thinking that because we always recommend a new believer to start there, it is somehow "Bible for Beginners" Ha! Oh how silly and wrong I can be. I read a couple parables that are downright offensive to read and hard to swallow, and as I am hashing it out with Chris, it happens.
My focus shifted.
No more family problems. No more strained voices.
Jesus. Kingdom now.
This is how I want to go forward.
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