Moments...

I woke up this morning with

one hum-dingier of a blog post in my head. 

I even ventured out of the house to take a picture for it.

But on my way home something happened that

changed the day.

I'd prayed this morning to

be open to

inspiration.

I always pray for that.

Often I am able to

recognize it when it happens.

However, it doesn't

always come

with unquestionable clarity,

leaving me unable to deny

from whom it came. 

But the times it has...

I remember well.

...like the moments

on my knees

hoping, then asking

if I should marry

The Lifeguard.

...or the moments

on my knees

pleading, no begging

for this baby boy

to come to earth.

...or the moments

on my knees

crying, no sobbing

because another baby boy

couldn't stay.

...or the moments

on my knees

telling, no demanding

that this boy wasn't

going to Iowa.

...or the moments

on my knees

asking if I could  really

fulfill my YW calling.

... or the moments on my knees

thanking Him for all of thee above.

I cannot deny that, in

those moments the Lord...

knew my name...

knew my life...

and it mattered to Him.

I felt that way this morning.

I know I can feel it most mornings

If I really listen.

Are YOU listening?

***On A Sidenote:

Some of the above mentioned experience have been

told in greater detail on previous posts. 

To read about "Another Baby Boy" CLICK HERE.

To read about "This Boy" CLICK HERE.

To learn what I believe CLICK HERE.