There’s great truth in the advice to watch what you ask for because you just might get it. I am thankful God doesn’t give me what I want, and I’m slowly learning not to ask. Obedience is more listening than I like, but as I learn to listen, I’ve stopped asking and started trusting. God knows me better than I know myself and gives me what I can’t begin to imagine on my own.
The lessons yesterday reminded me of the need for contact. The day was one of disconnection, and I found myself alone as I worked and again when I came home. The kids went to play in Asheville, so I was home alone. As I sat in the sun, Cookie came bounding down, crawled under a space in the gate, and came over to see me. He sat with me for a while, but left when he saw I was going to sit instead of play. He prefers movement:) It’s good to have time alone, but I was ready for aerobics as I went to workout last night. There were only three of us, but it was great company, and my body welcomed it and the movement.
On Thursdays, I sleep with the girls to give Tyler and Gina time together. I love our special time together and especially needed the cuddling last night. I usually sleep with Mylah, and Lillyann sleeps in her bed. Last night, we all crawled into Lillyann’s bed, and I could tell both girls were excited about the new arrangement! I had the sweetest sleep I’ve had in a while. I was completely surrounded as both got as close as they could to Gigi. I thought it would be impossible to sleep in the confined little spot in the middle of that sweet pile, but I didn’t care. In fact, I told God as I prayed that the snuggling was much better than any sleep I might end up missing. Oh, me of little faith:)
I didn’t even finish the prayer I began before falling asleep and slept for ten hours. They stirred a little throughout the night, but they and I quickly settled back to sleep in that sweet circle of love. Waking up with them was icing on the cuddle cake I so badly needed after the lonely day. God knows my heart, and He knew I needed the sweet snuggling. I had to laugh at one point during the night and tell Him that my cup was running over, and He was just showing off. I’m learning that He likes to show off when I leave the asking to Him.
The praying life is a beautiful life that is teaching me to not only be careful what I ask for but simply listen and don’t bother asking at all. He is God after all and knows better than I when it comes to what I need;)
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