These weekend features are to remind us of all the INGs of life. The Doing. The Nothing. The Speaking (of the Holy Spirit). The Listening (of our hearts).
The deafening squeaks and moans of the train cars filled our ears, zooming past us almost faster than we could count them. Voices grew louder as the speed of the train made it nearly impossible to keep up the tally, the cars now blurring past us with determined momentum.
52, 53, 54…
Sometimes it feels like life is speeding by with that same unstoppable hurried pace, leaving my mama heart feeling frazzled and fried at the end of the day. In these times of weariness, discontentment can creep in (often unnoticed), uttering promises of something better, something other than what is presently in front of me.
We started out the week discussing contentment – that elusive fickle friend that seems to disappear when the going gets tough. Or the going gets boring.
Now before I go any further, I don’t want you to think I’m writing about contentment because I have that particular element of my life fully mastered. Because quite frankly, I do not. I began this week as a blubbering discontented mess, saying goodbye to my wonderful mom and dad after a memorable visit here to Alaska. To be honest, I think farewells stink! I really do. And no matter how many times I’ve had to act out the whole chipper “see you soon” scene with my folks, my heart aches with their departure and my overactive mind whispers those “wouldn’t it be nice if they lived closer or we lived closer” longings and wishful thoughts.
So in my attempt to get my mind off of me and my big ol’ sadness, I decided to start counting. Not just train cars (although that is fun). But blessings. All those things right in front of me that I often overlook or simply forget about.
I started early in the week with the obvious: salvation, home, children, hubby, food, clothes, cars, jobs, health, school, teachers, church, creation, friends. And as I continued counting, the not-so-obvious started jumping out: those situations that are hard (the ones that shape us and mold us, making us more like Jesus), the tears that bind hearts, the fading of one season into another, the promise of old things being made new. The blessings are plentiful if I take the time to search them out.
This weekend, may our hearts be blindsided by the blessing, whether numerous or few. May our eyes be opened to seeing His hand at work, knowing we can trust unreservedly in His plan. And in the confidence and conviction that comes with such soulful rest, may we discover and delight in true contentment.
Have a wonderful weekend, friends!
Until next time…
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