Moments

Hey everyone!  Here’s a journal entry that I wrote and felt led to share it on my blog. Hope you all enjoy it!

Moments.  Our lives are built up and filled with moments.  From the moment we take our first breath and cry out with life, till we take our final breath and then go running to our Father’s arms.

It’s so easy for me to pass these things called moments up.  It’s easy for me to forget the small moments that The Lord gives me.  Holding my nephew, watching a movie with my little sister or talking about what’s going on in her life, sitting at the counter with my mom and talking with her, and even sitting at the table with my family.  Having an intense conversation with one of my team mates, hanging out with one of my kids here, and even pushing a precious boy on a swing and hearing his laughter fill the air.  Moments that consist of sitting on a bus and seeing a mother fall asleep as she cradles her child, seeing a man with scoliosis carry baggage that’s too heavy for him, and even seeing a couple cuddle at Starbucks and seeing the way they look at each other.

Every moment that we’re given is such a gift from the Father.  With each moment that we are given, God reveals himself to us.  He shows us what brings him joy, what his love looks like, what breaks his heart, and even reminding us of his furious longing for us.  It’s so easy for me to pass moments up.  I realize that I have been more focused on the bigger, more effective moments.  The moments that are life chaning.  I have found myself wanting to know the Father more and more, but not quite sure how to get there, but how he constantly revealing himself to me throughout the moments that he gives me.  I forget to look at the smile of a child and see my Father smiling at me.  I forget when I see a child screaming and the look of compassion that his mother’s face has, that I see the same compassion that my Father has for us.  When we have one of the kids peak their heads into our room to see what we are doing and wanting to hang out, how my Father is constantly pursing me, wanting to be apart of everything that I’m doing, and wanting to hang out with me.

  Moments.  My life is filled with them, and each moment that I am given is such a gift from my Father.  It doesn’t matter the size or difficulty level of the moment, each one is such a gift.  The hardest moments that I have faced are probably my favorite moments,  The ones that broke me down and drew me closer to my Father, and produced so much growth.  But at the same time, it’s so easy for me to forget that the small moments in life can have the same effect in growth.  From having a conversation with a person to doing laundry and finding a child secretly peaking in on you to watch what you’re doing.  When we press into these moments we will find that they have the same effect as the big moments that have shaped us, and we will constantly find our Father.