It’s been a pretty good weekend. We had our public dedication of Hannah to the Lord at church, followed by yet another great sermon that hit the head on the mark.
Or however the colloquialism goes.
Then we went out to eat Mexican food with the whole family, only to find out somebody had already paid our bill when I asked for the tab. To top it all off, a long-defunct podcast…the very one that got me into podcasts, which I have blogged about and which I have long yearned for its return…made its way back to cyberspace, this morning.
I couldn’t be happier.
But even more important than all this is a mini-revival happening in my heart.
It’s not that I went off into full-on rebellion, but my heart had grown a bit cold as my devotional life had gotten tossed to the wayside with the birth of my newest child. Yes, Hannah is the joy of my life, and I thank God for her, but add a new baby to an already-full-of-too-young, super-needy children, and life as you know it pretty much ends for a bit. She’s been sleeping through the night for a while, now, but she’s still sleeping in my room so I don’t want to set an alarm to pray, only to wake her up and have to spend my I-hate-everyone-and-everything hours nurturing a fussy baby.
Truth be known, there’s not many days an alarm would be needed, since I get to bed so late and the kids tend to wake me up before my minimum-amount-of-sleep-for-survival quotient is met. But still, there are times it would behoove me to drag my butt out of bed and chat with my Maker.
Amazingly, a couple of times this past week I woke up with an unusual energy that allowed me to not only spend time with the Lord, but be more productive overall than if I had even woken up two hours earlier. Unfortunately it left me with less than my minimum amount of sleep needed, and my brain function was seriously lacking at work the last two days of my week.
But add that to two incredible sermons in the last 8 days, and life is great. (Did I mention that yesterday somebody I prayed for got healed…the second in about the last month or so? I wasn’t the only one praying, and of course it has little to do with me, but YAY, GOD!) The Great Physician is working on my heart, and well…it’s needed. I want to honor Him in all things, and finding the healthy life-balance He has designed for me can be tricky. I have yet to get in the studio to work on recording any projects for my upcoming album, but I’ve been writing. I have scheduled a couple days off while my kids go to VBS next month to hopefully get several songs off of the drawing board and into something a little more concrete. And who knows but that the Gospel Friends revival might inspire me to be more persistent with my blog? I can’t just live this thing internally. If it never goes beyond me trying NOT to do bad, then the enemy has succeeded in stopping me from bringing God’s Kingdom to earth.
And isn’t that the point of life?