Thinking

What to write about today? The urge to blog, the time to blog (one child sleeping and two more watching an unexpected Phineas and Ferb marathon on Disney Channel)... but alas, writer's block, or is it blogger's block? At any rate, I'm stuck! You should know it's not for lack of subject matter, but maybe more because I'm not sure where to begin!
I got up at 6 this morning, on purpose (I know!), threw on some clothes, grabbed my cell phone/mp3 pkayer/pedometer and headed out for a morning walk. By 7:30, I had walked and done Cardioke equaling just over 2 miles. I love walking because it gives me a chance to clear my head and I have time to really look at my surroundings, something I don't get the opportunity to do that often when I'm corraling three short people about town.
The other morning, at the end of my walk, I stopped at the garden outside our church and just sat on a bench, listening to the sounds of the wind, asking God to show me His presence. I find myself in a strange place- believing with all of my heart and mind in the God who created me, sent His Son Jesus to die on the cross for me, resurrected Jesus from the dead and calls me to live a life that brings him glory AND living a life that doesn't allow for much time to think about those beliefs very much. Between caring for the kids, trying to care for the house (HA!) and the myriad of other things I seem to get myself into, I rarely have time to spend thinking on faith matters. The other day, I sat on a bench, turned off the mp3 player, pulled the ear buds out and simply asked God to hold me. And you know what?
He did. I am certain of it. And then off I went, back to the daily chaos of life. I felt a bit like Punchinello in Max Lucado's children's book "You Are Special". Eli, the woodcarver, tells Punchinello to come back again the next day so that he can hold him, tell him he's loved and can have some of the bad marks left on him by others removed. Punchinello literally skips away, pondering Eli's tenderness and telling himself, "I think he means it" in reference to Eli's love for him. Great story!
Gotta run, wishing you more Punchinello-esque moments in the presence of the Holy God!