On Saturday evening while Mac was in Chicago, Dean and Jay went over to my dad's to get together with a buncha guys for a little Texas Hold 'Em.After they left I pulled the drapes and lit the candle on my coffee table. I settled into a chair with my diet 7-Up & the books I'm reading for lifegroup. I looked around the soft glow of my quiet living room felt a deep-down peace. And yes, that has much to do with the rare absence of two big boys and one even bigger one talking, laughing, yelling and doing all manner of foolishness while I try to read.
This was more than the peace of a quiet house, it came from a quiet heart. This house has seen baby swings and playpens and toys all over the place. I've hand-washed bottles and had dirty dishes on every surface and a baby on each hip. Those hard times have softened around the corners as they have become memories. And boy am I glad they are memories!
I just felt the fullness of my blessings as I sat there looking around at this place that has witnessed all the years of us. Four walls to keep out the cold have become a treasure chest that holds our past.
Here we are, today. All of us living in the embrace of God.
It just feels right to stop and remember how good He is.
John 1:16
From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.
8 comments:
Amen! Makes you think twice about ever leaving a house that you have such fond memories of... Memories that will always be true to your heart!
Bet there was a time you never thought you'd sit in that living room and feel that way, huh? That's how good God is if we just sit back and wait on Him...we are blessed.
Of course, while you were sipping your 7 UP, I had about 8 men in my basement talking loud and eating much....but that too was a blessing!
Peace and quiet is always good. Peace in your heart is much better and I know you have that.
you want to see some toys? just come on over to my place...you people and your bithday generosities. if you ever long for yesteryear just stop in to see us. you can listen to noisy toys, watch Nickelodean and sip from a juice box.
i was wondering what you were doing w/ yourself whilst the poker for the poor tourney was taking place. gotta love candlelit quiet. minus all manner of foolishness, of course.
by the by, way to save lives yesterday... you looked very professional and important!
I do so love those moments when i am all alone in our house...it is rare..and though ours does not hold years of us...it holds enough to feel that deep down peacefulness that God is in His heaven and all is right with the world...
BTW..have i told you I love the way you word things?...:)
poker ---isn't that against somebody's religion?
;)
Love the post --I'm looking forward to the day when I'm not tripping over toys....
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