So - to all of you who have encouraged me to get back into blog-land, I have heeded your advice and here I am. I'm not sure why I picked now, this moment, to start again. After all, all three kids are up and around and the house is a mess. Maybe I'm seeking a temporary escape - who knows.
I was thinking I should do something dramatic and big for my first post in a while, but the only thing that comes to mind is an idea I had months ago. Anyway, I went through a period where I would see the evidence, the presence of God and the oddest times. Now, that is not totally unusual, but my reaction was. I would see something or here something and be in tears immediately.
I remember there was one time when I was driving over a bridge and saw a seagull fly overhead with a fish in its mouth. I was totally struck by how God has orchestrated and cared for even the smallest of creatures. So there I was, trying to drive in traffic and trying to fight back tears, but loving the presence of God - all because of a seagul and a dead fish.
Another time I was hanging out after church and my husband was playing with my youngest. He was holding her in the air (REALLY high, mind you) and she was reaching to the ceiling - wanting to go higher. I loved it! God spoke to me about my desire to go higher and to play with my daddy!
There are other times too, that I can't remember right now (oh, how I wish I was a faithful journaler). I am so blessed by that time. A time when God chose to show up again and again, if for no other reason to bless His kid and show my how real He is, how big He is, and how much He loves me.
Thanks God. May I never stop seeing you in the little things!