Dear Lord, You have made me a strong woman yet given me a heart to have compassion.The work you are doing in my life is slowly being uncovered. I'm selfish and my heart cries out for it's own way. Please forgive me.
You, Father, have done so much for me. You have given me enough blessings for a thousand women. A sound mind, a beautiful piece of earth to raise my family on and lots of children to share my few breaths with on this earth. Why can't it be enough? Why must my mind drift to what ifs and more? Why must I, like a child who grows tired of their toys, grow tired and want more gifts when the gifts before me are so numerous I can't count them?
I feel a slowing down of my mind for once in my life. No need to hurry about. Stopping to enjoy the intentional gifts You have put in my life. I realize that the gifts and the blessings are numerous. I just have to uncover them. Like the many animals here on the farm. Cats, chickens, cows and the mischievous 3 little pigs who refuse to stay in their padlock and uncovered 1/4th of the dark soil in my front yard. My face surprised as I saw the tilled up earth.Turning my thoughts to the farmers in the old days who loved the pigs tilling ability and who depended on it. Even though I can't think of a thing that I can plant that would make that place look beautiful right now, I wait for spring and the new growth of grass and somehow turn that tilled up earth into thanksgiving.
The moments of motherhood are being lived out everyday around me.The tiniest of blessings being overlooked if I don't watch for them and record them in my mind.
Remembering that some days are easier and lots of days are hard but like Paul, I'm just thankful to be in the race of motherhood.