The pellet stove has been going non-stop for three days now. The snow keeps coming and going on it's own time and the farm is once again covered in white.
When I wake up in the mornings and look out the window my spirit feels defeated, discouraged, and overwhelmed. Another day inside the farmhouse with all the crazies who are abounding in endless bouts of energy and all I can think to do is breath in His Word and whisper His will for my day, "Abide in me. Abide in me. Apart from me you can do nothing."
The sun is just now rising and I slip on the tall winter boots the Cowboy got me for Christmas and the puffy black coat my Dad got for me the first winter we moved to the farm and I walk outside into the frigid air. I breath it in and my chest feels heavy. I force my eyes to look up and He reminds me of another piece of His character,
"The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands."
Psalm 19:1
His steadfast love is always being poured out.
Why am I always forgetting that?
Choose joy.
With Jesus, there is always a reason for joy.
When I come back inside, the kids are up, some are eating breakfast, some are working on morning chores, and all of them are singing hymns at the top of their lungs.
"More love to thee, Oh Christ.
More love thee!"
It's another day at the farmhouse.
Another day of acceptance with joy.
Another day to choose joy__His joy.
Another day to trust without borders.
Another day to leave comfort for courage.
Another day of abiding__ to come up under with willingness and joy.
