A Life With Laughter

A chronicle of our adventures raising two boys....

Monday, March 06, 2006

My Weekend

Well, I'm back. I was away for the weekend on the Walk to Emmaus. I had a really amazing weekend that provided me with something that I really needed at a time when I really needed it. The Lord found fit this weekend to show me things about myself that I really needed a chance to see. He also filled me with his love again (as if he ever stopped), but most importantly knocked down the walls inside of me that have been stopping me from feeling it.

There are a lot of emotions and thoughts clanging around inside of me right now, but as they start to settle down a little bit, and allow me to return to an equilibrium, I think I will find a more solid, more focused, more determined me underneath. Particularly so, this weekend gave me what feels like guidance, which is something I've desperately needed for awhile now because my life has felt so hectic.

Anyway, I don't want to ramble on and on about my weekend. It doesn't fit in real well with the "A Life with Laughter" theme I guess cause this post isn't very funny. I wanted to say though that I felt like I was shown this weekend how to better live "A Live with Christ".

Okay, all that being said, I did want to share something super special to me, if for no other reason than I can come back and read this blog years later and probably tear up like a little girl with a skinned knee (well, some little girls - Anita probably laughed and skinned the other one to make sure they matched).

This morning I awoke at 6:45. I felt pressure in my chest and it kind of pulled me from my sleep slowly. I opened my eyes and lifted my head just a little and when I did I was blessed. Conner had come in and was lying on top of me with his arms wrapped around my entire torso and was just looking up at me with those big giant brown eyes of his. He didn't say a word. He just lied there looking at me, radiating love. It was in that moment that I could see where God was talking. He was showing me His love through the love of my son. As I looked down I realized the all-consuming, overpowering, mind-altering, intoxicating love I feel for my son is not any different than the love God feels for me. And that folks, warms your heart.

okay, *turns crying off now*


  • At 4:33 PM , Blogger robert said...

    Anita would be the one to scrape the skin off both of her knees so that they matched AND so that momma would kiss both knees and one wouldnt feel left out.

    Glad you had a great weekend.

    Dont you just love the feeling of love? That was a very touching story. Im glad you shared it.


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