Tuesday, August 21, 2012


Fall is coming. You can smell it in the air, and the breeze is crisp and dry on your skin. Fall is my favorite season these days. Maybe that's because it's where we're headed, and I always love anticipation. Today has been blissfully simple and sweet. Macy-Beth and I have been in all day, and that's been just fine with me. I love being a wife and a mom. I love making home sweet. This week I made a marinara sauce from the tomatoes we harvested. We have a garden at a friend's house and got a bumper crop of tomatoes this year! I could eat them all day long.

Right now, the silence is golden. Macy-Beth is snoozing away, and I have the house all cleaned and nice. Dinner is prepped and ready to go, and I'm just sitting here looking out at the corn stocks on our patio and the cars driving by on the highway. It's a beautiful day.

The older I get, the more I realize that seasons happen in life. You can't begin them or stop them. Only God can decide. The only thing you can do is let go of control and enjoy exactly where you are placed. I think this is a little of what "faith like a child" is about. I have enjoyed so many seasons it seems. Some were hard to pass through at the time, but regardless of the difficulty, each season is littered with sweet memories. Even darkness is light to the Lord.

It truly is a blessed thing to spend life walking in submission to God. The Holy Spirit is a gift greater than most any other gift. He is wisdom and understanding. He helps. He comforts. He nurtures. The Holy Spirit is much like a mother. No one can soothe or nurture like a mother. All moms get this attribute from God.

Being a mom has quickened my senses and pricked my heart in terms of the gospel. To think that God loves Jesus, his son more than I love Macy-Beth, my daughter is unimaginable. Then to realize the fact all over again that He sacrificed him to the death so that He could adopt someone like me; someone who constantly overlooks Him and takes Him for granted. Someone who doubts and complains and never quite thanks Him enough for the gifts He has already lavished. The thought is breathtaking, heartbreaking even. Yet all of this to bring Him glory forever. He truly is worth an unmentionable amount of treasure.

So in this season of motherhood, this sweet, simple time I have been given, I will be thankful. I will trust that God will take care of what's next, and I will enjoy Him exactly where I am now.

"Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise." -James 5:13

1 comment:

  1. This is exactly what I needed to read today, Rachel. Thank you.