It’s been a few weeks since I have joined in the fun with Lisa-Jo. I love this chance to sit with a word, and wrap more words around it. Today, Jason is off work which means I have an even more focused time to write and think.
I found it in the pages of the book he requests every night at bedtime. “Read me a story about God.”
And we have been working out way through the Jesus Storybook Bible together. No matter what the day, in its fullness or brokenness, has looked like. I take a deep breath and begin. I pray for patience as his myriad of questions that come tumbling over, around, and in between every word I read.
It’s the same theme, woven into the book of Isaiah, as I read on my own.
That name…Emmanuel. I read it and let it sink deep into the tired places of my soul.
Here when I pull on a stinky shirt from the floor to begin the day. Here in the midst of a whirling, running two-year old and a baby girl inching forward on her belly. Here when I’m too tired to walk that baby girl to sleep, but I do it anyways.
Here in the midst of my impatience, in my own sinful story. Here in moments of such intense love and beauty. Here when a hard-working, tired husband loves and serves.
Circling, surrounding, within and without, the Spirit of God is here. With us.
I can’t take it all in, how He never leaves me. His deep, rich presence walking steady beside me all my days.
He is always here, stitching these moments together into a seamless life under His love.