A night to write.
A night to get things done.
And this is where I sat:
He even took my children to my In-Laws to really give me peace and quiet.
(The last time he tried to do this, I went to take a bath and I had one boy in the tub with me and one pooping right by me. Not a very relaxing bath...)
So I wrote.
And night came.
And I wrote some more.
And morning came.
And I wanted to write more, but they were home.
Giggles and shouts.
And snuggles that I needed to have. I hadn't had any bare tootsies in my cozy spot for a while...
But I wasn't ready.
I wanted to write more.
I wanted to get three loads of laundry done.
I wanted to clean up the pantry.
I wanted to organize my closet.
I wasn't ready.
And although I long for the day when I see my Jesus face to face....
Am I ready?
Have I met each day with the desire to show His love to everyone I meet?
Have I set aside time to be with my Lord in order to learn to love him more?
This is not just a list of "good enoughs."
I will never be good enough to get into Heaven. That is what grace is for. Jesus loving me,
a sinner, enough to die for me.
In order to give me eternity.
In order to give me full life here on earth.
In order to make me ready.
I guess I am ready...
but my prayer is that everyday:
He strengthens me more,
He teaches me more,
He uses me more.
And He continues to allow me to encourage others to be ready too!