Since dad got sick, I would save my falling apart for the boys’ bedtime… sitting alone in the darkness and stillness, allowing the worship music to wash over me. That’s when the tears would come. The brokenness would come. The words would come. I would often write you all, updating Facebook with news about dad with tears streaming down my face. It was the only time I had to fall apart. Totally. Completely.
I had to let the comfort of my Heavenly Father come… to give me strength for the next day.
Today, 22 days after dad’s death, I still look forward to that time. Bedtime with my boys has evolved into a sweet sweet moment of time when I teach the boys to worship with their hands raised and thank Jesus for every single good thing He has given us. It is a time I can sit alone once they are asleep and think, pray, cry, read His word, and receive the only comfort that keeps me focused. The only comfort that keeps me fighting… keeps me looking ahead with joy and hope for the future.
There is no where else I’d rather usher in His presence than in the midst of my sleeping babes… I can’t think of anything more powerful.
Thank you, Jesus 🙌🏼
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“I’m caught up in Your presence
I just want to sit here at Your feet
I’m caught up in this holy moment
I never want to leave
Oh, I’m not here for blessings
Jesus, You don’t owe me anything
More than anything that You can do
I just want You”
Nothing Else Will Do by Edward Rivera (Bethel Music)
Dear Miss Mary 