We humans are curious creatures.  Isn’t it funny how easy it is to feel like the Good Lord is pushing you to the very limits of your capacity in some test or trial?  How we become panicked and distressed and worried that we just can’t take anymore.  And then it, (whatever it is), lets up and we feel a little sheepish for our doubts.  We look back and in hindsight we know that we were never in any danger of breaking, after all we were in God’s hand the whole time, and we think to ourselves, “sheesh, what a baby I was!”  But the truth is, that is exactly what we are.  Just babes, children, being nurtured, grown, and cultivated by a wise Father.  I love this saying, and I think it’s the title of a book or something:  “God has never let me down yet, but He sure has scared me to death a few times“.  That’s how I feel a lot of times.  Some days the old faith is strong and sharp and ready.  Then along comes something that sort of knocks the wind out of you.  And you lay there stunned like a fighter in the boxing ring, until you can get your bearings and get up again.  These days I feel a little like I’m walking around with a bit of a concussion but it’s not altogether an unpleasant feeling.

I guess when you pray “Lord grow my faith” you ought not be surprised that the Lord takes you through circumstances designed to do exactly that.   But it seems like He always whips me over into one of those teaching times in just such an off-guard moment when I am the least “God-minded” just because He can.   I suppose that is for the purpose of keeping me humble, lol.

Today I am thanking the Lord for a day of relative normalcy, and simple pleasures.  It’s been gorgeous weather, the kids are out doing guy things with airsoft guns in the woods, hubby is cutting grass and painting, and gardening, and I’ve enjoyed a nice walk, caught up on a little housework and laundry, and had a pleasant conversation with my husband in lawn chairs in the back yard.

That is a good day!