Remember that space I was craving?
The Lord delivered in a big way this past weekend.
First of all, I ended a long, tiring Saturday with time on the couch in my pajamas. John went to bed, and Scott and Ada headed to Chick-fil-a for a date night, and I just sat in disbelief of the quiet around me.
I used that time on the couch to think and pray and plan.
I spent a lot of time reading this blog for some practical advice on how to be more intentional with my days, and then I woke up very early on Sunday morning and slipped downstairs while the rest of the house was asleep.
Oh the quiet. Oh the peaceful way that day began. I listened to some praise music, I spent time in the word, and I finally got outside for that run. And I was the only one out there. What space I found. It was heavenly.
There was much room to run and breath and pray and think and prepare my heart for the day. The task in front of me.
And when I made my way back home and opened that door, I immediately heard little feet running down the hall upstairs, and then, there it was, that familiar sound, "Mommy!!!!"
And despite my sweaty self, she hugged and hugged and hugged. (She was alarmed to wake up and find only daddy at home).
I have always been a morning person, so that hour in the morning to start the day on my own is much needed. And, taking the suggestion of this blogger, I began the day listening to this song because it certainly echos my heart's prayer. It's crazy because I used to listen to this cd as a student at Auburn. After I saw the suggestion on the blog, I dug through my old cds, and sure enough, there it was. I can hear the words playing in my altima at the stop light on College, yet it now echos my heart most in this town I had never even heard of back then. Here are the lyrics--
Watermark: Purest Place
Come, come in
Invade all You see of us
Any man, who'd walk Your road is welcomed here
And You're the only one
Jesus, come and walk the halls of this house
Tread this place and turn it inside out
With Your mercy...
Jesus, teach us the prayers that open these doors
Until Your light floods in and illuminates these floors
And let Your truth be on our steps and in these rooms
Reach, reach in
With the hand that heals all our suffering
Conquer all that is not of You
Bring Your spirit through
As we fill these walls with Your praise
By the way, waking up this early is only possible because John is doing so well at night. He usually wakes up around 5:30, which is just when I want to wake up anyway. I feed him, put him back to bed, and head downstairs. It is bringing much order to my previously chaotic nights and mornings. I am so thankful.