Nuggets and Getting a Life

As a new mom, things are coming more in snatches than ever before: sleep, segmented workouts, snippets of prayer and reading in Bible study. God has kindly turned toward speaking to me in what I’m calling “nuggets” and I’m realizing that perhaps that will be the way I communicate with others too, or share the truths that He’s teaching me–through shorter writings, nuggets, if you will …

From today’s time with the Lord:

It’s tempting when plans get cancelled and I’m home alone with the baby to feel like I have no life, but as I was thinking that just yesterday – God brought to mind: I have more life in my hands right now than I ever have before. I am literally holding a life, a physical life, that he has given me. This is the highest priority, the highest honor, and the highest responsibility I have ever had and will ever have.photo-on-10-7-16-at-11-24-am

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Spirit-Imposed Aloneness

I haven’t written much lately because I’ve been unable to cull lessons from my own life. In the past, a single day might lend me a hundred ideas to share, and a dozen little things that God taught me and I felt compelled to ask if he was sharing them with you too. But lately, maybe it’s pregnancy brain, I feel stuffed with cotton–writer’s block at its absolute worst–almost unidentifiable. Just plain, “I got nothing.”

But this morning I recognized myself in an anecdote Lysa TerKeurst shared on Focus on the Family.  She had been invited to share the crux of her new book, Uninvited. (Pun intended.) And I decided that if I saw myself in her story, I might find some deeper meaning, some richer lesson by writing about it and, hopefully, you might find yourself there too.

Lysa was attending a banquet for leaders. Dozens of tables were spread for numerous guests of high calling–to lead, teach and mentor others. She looked forward to hobnobbing with them, sharing stories, gleaning ideas and mingling with others of the same ilk. The facility had gone all out, there were name cards for every seat.

For a while, she milled about uncomfortably looking for her name. It had to be there! Finally, she found it on a table in the very back of the room but to her disappointment, she didn’t recognize a single other name at her table. No matter, she’d meet new people. But no one showed up. There she sat by herself at a lovely, decorated table set for 10, in a room full of influential people–alone.

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