The way my daughter’s toys reappear in the most random places—plus the slow, sanctifying work of stopping the search for certainty and turning your gaze elsewhere.
The letter O sent me. Not because of the puzzle piece but because of what you named underneath it, the way fixation costs us the actual moment we are standing in. I spent years doing the "when this, then I will" math in my own life, and the embarrassing truth is I cannot always tell you what I was even waiting for. My kids are grown now and what I remember most is not the resolved things. It is the ordinary Tuesday afternoons I finally stopped looking past. This is a beautiful piece of writing. 🤍
Oh man, your words are so convicting, and I'll certainly cling to them in this season of early motherhood. You're absolutely right, it's so often we withhold ourselves from the joys in the current moment, and we don't even know why. It reminds me of the lyrics to What a Friend We Have in Jesus:
"O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear. All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer."
It's heartbreaking, but a beautiful reminder to keep turning our gaze to the one who is the source of our ultimate joy, peace, and contentment.
Also searching for a yellow stacking cup over here 😂 We have the same mantra (“it’ll turn up”) at our house. What a sweet reminder of the Lord’s nearness, faithfulness, and care for the little details. Beautiful as always 🤍
I feel less crazy knowing I’m not the only one searching for a yellow stacking cup—literally or metaphorically 😂 motherhood has certainly taught me to get more comfortable with that mantra, it’s such a good one! And amen! Grateful for a God who works even when we don’t see or feel it. Thank you, Megan ❤️
The letter O sent me. Not because of the puzzle piece but because of what you named underneath it, the way fixation costs us the actual moment we are standing in. I spent years doing the "when this, then I will" math in my own life, and the embarrassing truth is I cannot always tell you what I was even waiting for. My kids are grown now and what I remember most is not the resolved things. It is the ordinary Tuesday afternoons I finally stopped looking past. This is a beautiful piece of writing. 🤍
Oh man, your words are so convicting, and I'll certainly cling to them in this season of early motherhood. You're absolutely right, it's so often we withhold ourselves from the joys in the current moment, and we don't even know why. It reminds me of the lyrics to What a Friend We Have in Jesus:
"O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear. All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer."
It's heartbreaking, but a beautiful reminder to keep turning our gaze to the one who is the source of our ultimate joy, peace, and contentment.
Thank you so much for your encouragement ❤️
Kathy, I love the link to the lyric. I will be thinking about that today, "what peace am I forfeiting, right now?"
Also searching for a yellow stacking cup over here 😂 We have the same mantra (“it’ll turn up”) at our house. What a sweet reminder of the Lord’s nearness, faithfulness, and care for the little details. Beautiful as always 🤍
I feel less crazy knowing I’m not the only one searching for a yellow stacking cup—literally or metaphorically 😂 motherhood has certainly taught me to get more comfortable with that mantra, it’s such a good one! And amen! Grateful for a God who works even when we don’t see or feel it. Thank you, Megan ❤️