It's 2:02 a.m. We are almost into the 3rd day of vacation and we are not even to our final vacation spot yet. Lying here in bed with Fireball's leg draped across me, I am listening to the tune of everyone else sawing logs. I am sleepy. And I am awake. Wide awake.
I can't help but think of a few cross exchanges I've had with my husband on this trip and I wonder if I will ever be able to let things roll off my back the way I so long to and the way God has so eloquently described the wife of noble character in His Word.
This side of heaven...probably not.
But this I know...he who began a good work in me will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. (Phil 1:6)
And the promise in that truth takes all the pressure off me to be perfect because the work He has done, is doing, and will continue to do is His work. Not mine. And all I know is that more often than not...I have not earned nor do I deserve the sweetness of these blessings...
But I accept them with open hands and an open heart. Thank you Lord for your work. This is the result of Your hands, and my heart is full that you gifted them to me.