Something you already know about me is that I like funny. Laughing is my favorite. I married the man that made me laugh the hardest and we made 3 hilarious children. Our kids are all different kinds of funny. Sammy loves to make perfectly calculate jokes and because he's sort of shy, he's always attracted to the funniest friends. Holly's humor is genius. It's dry and witty and always unique. This girl don't need Mr. Google for her one-liners. Stella makes us laugh because she's the first 2 year old I've seen to act like she's a grown woman. So in a nutshell, we love laughter.
FUN FACT: During the above photo, Sam and Holly were both mad that I was trying to take pictures and they were NOT cooperating. I told them to sit on that bench so I could test the lighting. Right when I snapped the pic to "test the lighting," Gage stuck an enormous tree branch through my legs.
Even though it would feel good to laugh all the time, everyday, that's not reality. As tempting as it is to end this post with laughter and adorable pictures, you would miss my point. Stick with me, I think God is speaking to me but it's usually really hard for me to hear beyond the noise.
A few years ago, I heard God speak in a way He never had before. To me at least. He woke me up and urged me to pray for Gage. So I did. I don't even remember what I was praying or why but it was intense. I stopped praying suddenly when I HEARD God speak. I actually heard his voice. It was loud and booming yet somehow gentle and loving and has forever been the most powerful thing my ears have ever heard. The moment I heard it, my hand shot up as if to reach for the sky and Gage (who I thought was sleeping) grabbed my hand almost simultaneously. When the moment was over, I looked over and saw that Gage was most definitely snoring logs. I woke him up and explained the whole thing and he had no idea what I was talking about.
After that morning, I felt supernatural. I had an immediate deeper understanding of Gods power and never wanted to feel anything less than that moment. Well. I'm sure you can only imagine my level of disappointment when I didn't hear it again. I begged God to speak to me and I promised to listen. He was silent. Or so I thought.
I remember driving one day and was struggling with not hearing from God. Because of what I knew about Gods promises, I starting praying that He would do even better than before. I wanted to hear from Him, but rather than hearing a booming voice form the sky, I wanted Him to call me by name. I wanted to know that he hadn't forgotten about me. Right as I prayed, I found myself at a red light directly behind a car whose license plate read: MKC. My full initials.
Pretty much every day I struggle with the busyness of life and I know I'm not alone. Every mommy I know needs more hours in the day. From needing more time with our kids after school to another hour of sleep or some much needed alone time. The days are full and it's not slowing down. But the truth is, I sometimes feel guilty for thinking that being busy isn't always a bad thing. God can still speak beyond the noise. He's a creative God and He doesn't forget about us. I see him everywhere but only when I look for him. I see God in the faces of my children and I feel him through the relationships I form at work. He can be anywhere you want him to be.
So. If I'm hearing God correctly and I'm pretty sure I am. He is giving me grace to be busy. And maybe you too. I think he is urging me to spend less time stressing over my family's busy schedules and making it run smoothly. God can meet us at dance and baseball and in the kitchen making dinner or even at the drive through restaurant. He shows up at school and work and when I ask him, he calls me by name in the car. He gives me scripture through an unprompted convo with a friend and brings just the person to me at just the right time. When I need a hug, he knows who will give me one that counts. When I need encouragement, it always comes.
Last week at our church, prophetic words were flying and I boldly asked God to speak to me. This is a pattern in my life, clearly! I was 100% confident that God would grant my request and I patiently waited for my word. Sometimes my mind would wonder about HOW I would hear from God and I started analyzing everything I heard. After several services, I started to give up. Not in a bad way though. I just figured God might not have anything specific for me right now and I needed to be encouraged by everyone else's testimony. Pretty much the second that thought ended, I got my word. Through Gage. I didn't see it coming and it was even sweeter than I could have ever imagined. It was the most brilliant encouragement and I literally became undone.
God can meet us anywhere and at any moment. All we have to do is be ready and willing. He LOVES catching us off guard. I love it too.