The snow was beautifully falling Monday morning as Gabriel looked out the back door, "Jesus! Hi Jesus!" I looked outside, expecting to see our neighbor, Barry, walking the alley, on his way to work. I looked outside and saw no one. Ana runs to the door and calls out the same thing, "Jesus!. HI Jesus!" So, we're all 3 looking out the back door. They are "looking at Jesus". I am looking at snow falling. Ana looks up at me and says, "Mama, Jesus made it snow." Hmmm.
Fast forward to dinner last evening. It was Ana's turn to pray-she always begs to pray at dinner-
Thank you for my fam-il-y.
Thank you for our food.
Thank you for Jesus.
She doesn't question when I tell her Julia and Cole were in my belly and she was born in my heart. She loves it, in fact. She loves to hear how we flew on a plane and picked her up. She loves to hear how we walked in and cried and said "she's so cute".
When the Lord made us aware we had two babies in Ethiopia, waiting for us, I would envision Jesus standing over their cribs, holding them, talking to them, smiling down at them.
And then He sent us to get them. I quickly started to fret over how I would care for them, feed them, teach them, etc.
How quickly do I forget that He is the author of all. He is the one holding all things together. I so often think I need to fix everything for my children, all 4 of them. That I.am.in.control.
Remembering, it's okay to walk through hard places. God is still God. God is still good. Nothing changes WHO God is. He is still our praise. He is still our salvation.
For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. Amen (Rom. 11:36)