Having Faith is not something that has come easily to me. I'm a bit stubborn. And a lazy ass in the practice of prayer. I am learning slowly. I like to think of myself as a work in progress. A travaux en cours... Sounds much better in French.
It takes training. Repetition. Lately I've been giving it my best shot. Praying a bit. Eavesdropping on God.
BOY: GIRL, guess what's in Heaven?!
GIRL: What?
BOY: A HUMONGOUS refrigerator full of chocolate bars.
I do believe that God speaks to us. And if we have a thing for chocolate bars we listen. My husband likes the idea of creating heaven on earth. And sometimes he does...thank ye, JESUS!
The thought is lovely, but I have a hard time feeling that slice of heaven when my heart is clenched like an icicle wrapped in bubble wrap...surrounded by barbed wire. Practice. Practice. Practice. Maybe it's like tennis, and some day I'll whoop ass on the court.
So, this week has been about moving one foot in front of the other, checking off activities on our summer wish list, quieting my mind by reading aloud to my children, and believing that this challenging period is temporary. As is our time here on earth. Until we get to bite into those chocolate bars...
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Photo: page 2 of our Summer Wish List written by GIRL.
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Some days all you can do is practice and hope that the coach will have a few kind words eventually.
ReplyDeleteI have a hard time feeling that slice of heaven when my heart is clenched like an icicle wrapped in bubble wrap...surrounded by barbed wire.
ReplyDeleteOh, no, why?