perspective

every now and then, I sense God's answer to my prayer keenly.

my prayer...

"teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom."
Psalm 90:12

number our days...

these blessings will not be under my roof forever...

number our days...

my words matter

number our days...

my actions matter

number our days...

look into their eyes

number our days...

this beautiful, messy, not-perfect marriage is a gift

number our days...

my feelings are not my Lord

number our days...

that I may gain a heart of wisdom.

Oh, how I want that heart of wisdom.

Today all the dishes and the laundry and the loud voices and the crumbs and the dirty diapers and the shoes and the sticky hands and the papers strewn about and the markers and the toys are received as part of my beautiful portion and cup.

Some days, sadly even most days, my natural tendency is to reject these things as interruptions, delays, inconveniences.

But today, I thank God that He has opened my eyes to SEE what He sees.

Gifts.

My portion and my cup.
Not perfect.
Not even always washed.
Chipped.
Broken.
Sacred.

~~old pictures, fresh conviction~~