One thing that I was never warned about when becoming a new mom was that I would be saying “I’m sorry” to my newborn son multiple times throughout the day. I probably say “I’m sorry” about 100 times a day. No, I’m serious.
Reaching for my phone to call Evan to meet us out front, I discovered that my phone was missing
I had everything to do and so little time to do them. But secretly, I didn’t mind because deep down, I desired to hide behind my schedule as the reason why I couldn’t spend time in God’s Presence (or rather in the awareness of His Presence). Anytime I did squeeze my devotional somewhere in the day, I dreaded it and mainly did it out of obligation.
I don't know what brought us together, what made our eyes lock into one, and what made our hearts pant deeply for one another...except for God.
Confession. I don’t recall the last time I was in the Christmas Spirit…I didn’t want to wake up on Christmas morning only concerned about which foods to eat, what outfit to wear, and whether or not I purchased all the right presents.
Have you ever been in church singing a song like, “I give myself away” or “All I want is You” or “I love You with all of my heart,” and felt a tinge of conviction? Maybe I’m the only one who feels like this sometimes.