Monday, April 28, 2014

Its a weird life.




Psalms 19:1
The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands
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Sunday was a weird day for me. A good day, but a weird one.  My husband has been working 7 days a week. I'm feeling it and I'm sure he is as well.



 I woke early and planned to head to Church with the boys and all was going well until one of the boys had a fit and ran away. Yes. He ran all the way down our driveway which scared me terribly. A serious dispute over a large bouncing ball was the problem and I had told the boys to forget the ball and kicked it outside which led to him running away, me chasing him down (in my dress) and us being too late to walk into a Church. 



I was mad. Really mad. The kind of mad you're ashamed of afterward, especially as a mother.



I had made plans with my older sister who is moving to pick up my nephew so she could get some packing done. So we decided to head her way...but nooooooo my e-light was on so I had to run in my house and get money. After about 3 trips in and out I heard sirens.



I got back into the car and asked the boys if they heard them and they said yes.



Aiden said "Momma I love you." (making me feel like a real heel for getting overly mad.



I told him "Aiden Momma always loves you but I was angry. Im sorry that I got too angry. Lets take this bad day and throw it out the window."



We rolled our windows down and lost our (mostly mine) bad attitudes.



Off we went to get gas.  As I pulled into the tiny town of Frazeysburg I noticed that the park fence looked like it had been hit by a car. Following that the Christian Missionary Alliance Church sign had been plowed down as well. The Gas station was next with people standing around gawking, shaking their heads. Three houses down I could see a brick home, cop cars, and a fire truck and a red vehicle that was smashed into the house.





I took this photo from where I was pumping my gas. Apparently this lady had suffered a seizure and as you can see I'm standing right in her path. She went between the building and the pumps. There just happened to be no one pumping gas in that moment and she just missed a group of teens exiting the store. 



Here is a view of the stating she went through the isle way to the left between the pump and the building.



If I had be a few minutes earlier I would have been in her way. 

Do I think God stopped the clock so that we wouldn't be in this ladies way?

Not at all.

I believe we are subject to chance in this imperfect world.

Does it make me any less thankful that we were running late?

No.

I'm still thankful. It was a good moment and where the Good is God is.

When we find a moment to give thanks. He shows up.

I was so angry about being late and not being where I wanted to be when I wanted to be there.

I was amazed. Thank God everyone involved was okay.

So after all this fun I headed off to Newark. 

Where I spotted this beauty.


"my Eucharisteo moment"
  ( read the book One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. Do it) 

Now I know there is some scientific explanation for the moisture in the sky and yada, yada, yada. God made the moisture so, whatever.

This is not the first but second random color display that I spotted this week. Just ask my husband. Happened two days prior.  Yet never before in my natural life.

So I choose to believe. Its a sign. 

It is a beautiful wonder of God. As all things are.

So thanks God for your promises. 

Even if we had been their a moment sooner it wouldn't change who God is.

Accidents are accident.

I heard a quote the other day "God isn't in the event but he is in the response." -Call The Midwife

I like that.

We are in this imperfect world. Where people have accidents. They get hurt. It isn't fair. That doesn't mean God isn't with us. He is the good that is always standing near by. Picking us up. Brushing us off. Making us thankful. He is the reason to go on.

I believe he makes himself known to us in the moments when we are ready to listen.