This beautiful Monday morning, as I watch the sunrise behind the snowy trees outside my frosty window, I am expectant. I’m expectant of all that God wants to do in and around me this week. It would be easy, in the midst of a move, to wake up feeling overwhelmed by my to-do list. To feel my weakness and my lack instead of his strength and provision.
I’m beginning my week with gratitude. I’m beginning with praise. Sometimes I am baffled by the work of God in my life. I look back to a year ago this January and think about how life was so different for us then. I had a 9 month old, we were temporarily living at my in-laws for two weeks while they were on vacation, Kevin was in seminary full-time… we had no idea how our future was going to unfold. God was doing a unique work in my heart that particular month one year ago. He was showing me a lot of lies I’d allowed to build up in my heart that I needed to replace with His truth. Truth about who I am in Jesus.
“I will exalt you, Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me. Lord, my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me. You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead; you spared me from going down to the pit. Sing the praises of the Lord, you his faithful people; praise his holy name.”
Gratitude naturally comes when we intentionally remember what God has done in the past and when we look at what He is doing right now. Gratitude opens the door to peace, security and rest as we look into the future.
Thank you Jesus, for small beginnings… even just the fresh start of a new week to refocus my eyes on you and to give you praise. Keep my eyes fixed on you this week and may my heart overflow with gratitude for who you are.
**I wrote most of this post this morning, before the day had begun. Before I posted it, I wanted to give you a glimpse into my day since writing this post. It’s 1:00 pm and my little guy is finally down for a nap. We had a very full morning- a big grocery shop and then baking with my Mom. My little guy had a full on MAJOR meltdown about leaving Nana’s house. In that moment, I asked God for patience and I truly believe that, because I centered myself in Him this morning, I was able to deal with this stressful situation through the strength of the Holy Spirit. (This is not always the case!) 😉 My own spirit would’ve wanted to react and get frustrated about it. But instead, I clung to Him and he carried me through. I hope that, whatever your day looks like, you can cling to the one who gives us literally everything we need in any and every situation. The ‘success’ of our day or week isn’t dependent upon us. Not at all. And thank goodness it isn’t. It’s more dependent on how much we’re able to allow ourselves to be wholly dependent upon Him.**