It has been a long time since I have written on here and on top of that I have ony actually written one other post. Ha ha. I am such a hard core blogger! Look at me me. Oh yeah.
Anyhoo…I need a place to write. I need a place to share. Who doesn’t. I find my thoughts overwhelm me from day-to-day. This is partly because I spend a lot of time with a wee little non-talking munchkin and a house that tends to mock me by its persistent untidiness. It is also partly because I am an overly analytical freak.
I do not have anything new to say (obviously), but I hope that some of my struggles will resonate with others, as well as the truths and encouragement God brings to my every day, extraordinarily simple life.
So down with the chatty chattiness and up with the writing.
Today I am pondering a short phrase I read in Scripture this morning: ‘The Lord is my portion’. I usually end up annoyed by the many things said in Scripture I either do not understand, or I slightly understand and cannot deeply grasp, leading to heart and life change. This is not just the case in my Bible reading, but pretty much every area of my life. It seems my thoughts are like frantic bunnies hopping all over my tired mom head. So, as I was reading a part of Psam 119 this morning one frantic bunny told me to pause. Just stop brain. ’The Lord is my portion’. What does this mean!? ’The Lord is my portion’. I really have not taken the time to study this out thoroughly, but I am calmed by this short statement David made.
My days are filled with emotion. One moment I want to get on a plane and fly to Mexico, and drink myself into a pina colada nirvana, and the next moment I am enraptured by my precious daughter. One moment I am looking at Pinterest, thinking of the ways I could organize the clothes barricading me into the living room, and the next I am thinking about breakfast. I think this is pretty normal for us all. We want more. We want to be better. We want to be organized, neat, nice, clean, pretty, and we are constantly striving for these things. It is exhausting.
Today I was encouraged to steer away from this thinking I so easily fall into. What if we were people with less organized homes, messy hair, dirty dishes? I mean, what if the primary goal of each day was to make Jesus our portion? This makes me sigh deeply and find joy. Joy in knowing I can enjoy God in this day and that is enough. I purpose in this day to know Him. I am mentally drained by the every day marathon I expect myself to run. Right now I just want to sit here and think of Jesus. Jesus, you are my portion.
