“So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.” -Col 2:6-7
Today is my mom’s birthday.
Quinten loves birthdays; right now he’s eating a grilled cheese for breakfast (very French of him I think) and telling me, “Yesterday was my dad’s birthday..and he had cake, and now…it’s all gone.”
Yesterday wasn’t anyone’s birthday, at least not in our family. Yesterday I started this post but didn’t finish it because I wasn’t feeling grateful, I was feeling cranky. People had said things, things I believed. Half true things about myself, my past, my fault…and then I started saying things to myself, and I froze and wrapped myself in a dream of chocolate and television.
This morning Q helped me with the dishes and when I turned my back, he THREW a cupful of water on me. He and his father have been having water wars, and it translated into the kitchen with mommy.
Today we’ve called my mother and we left a message. When she returns she will hear a smallish voice demanding to know, “IS YOUR CAKE BROWN OR PURPLE??”
Little conversations with a two year old, little excitements like getting water thrown on you, these things are the gold dust in my day. I wasn’t feeling blessed yesterday, I was feeling burdened, and it wasn’t anyone’s birthday, and the sun had set. Today though, is a new day, a day for birthdays and cheese and conversations.
When I live in the past, I don’t live. It’s only in the present moment that I can see who I really am, and the blessings that are lavished on me in a regular way, so regular it doesn’t seem like a birthday sometimes. His mercies are new every morning…
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!”- 2 Cor. 5:17
214. A rainbow on a blistering hot, rainless day. Welcome summer!
215. Air conditioning.
216. Green promise.
218. Birthdays and cake
219. a cloth growth chart that has turned into a superhero cape.
220. God’s intentional forgetfulness.
“I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more.” – Isaiah 43:25
222. Cherries from the tree.
223. Colossians: an encouraging book that reminds me who I really am.
224. Breakfast hugs
225. A small face covered in blueberry juice
In Christ I can be overflowing with thankfulness. Thankfully!