So I Sip and Savor

I have tasted grace and its delicious.  I can hold my cup close and savor the sweet smell and cherish every sip because I so need it.

Our mornings have been starting late as our evenings have been lasting longer.  I can breathe in my husband all day long because he is home.  Unemployment has never smelled so good.  I tend to slip out of the layers of blankets earlier than my loves in hopes to sneak in a little me time.  But this morning, as I quietly shifted my body out of the sheets, she awoke with a smile and wanted to play.  So I grabbed my beauty and we got down on the floor for a precious mommy and me moment.  I didn't need me this morning.  Nope.  This morning I needed her. I needed to see her absorb her little world around her.  I needed to see her constantly looking behind her to see if I was still there.  I needed to see her smirk in her little "silly face so I can capture the image forever in my mind.

This morning it was just me and her.

And our life has not been put on pause.  It isn't as terrible as I sometimes complain about.  No.  Our life is grand.

Collection agencies will just have to snuff their noses and take their intimidating tactics elsewhere, 'cause our little family will not be broken.  Instead of crumbling under the pressure, we raise our heads high and look towards that of purpose.  We are learning quickly what it means to enjoy the small things in life.  We are learning to savor the moments and let go of the bonds that hold us back.  We're not good at this by any means.  We are just taking a sip out of life and loving every bit of it.

And with each sip may come some bitter moments.  I have never had to track a bus route to get to the grocery store before, but it doesn't seem so hard.  I have never had to ration gas for emergency purposes.  I have never had to ask, "what will happen to us?"  Until now.

But I can rest in our health.  I can rest in the home we've been provided and the access to so many things so many go without.  I can rest in the love that surrounds me daily and the security in their devotion.

And with that, daddy gets to stay home.  Daddy gets to play instead of work.  And although that is tough for him at times, he's finding assurance in the love his daughter shows him.  No judgmental look or condescending comment can take away the daddy he's become, the husband he's been, and that Man he's striving to be.

And in learning these lessons of life, we take what we can get.  So the new found joy in re purposing our room to find a little space here and a little space there is like a breath of fresh air for our whithering space of freedom.  But even though our home might come in the form of a living room at the parent's house, we get to be thankful for all things fall...

...and all things family {especially when they arrive as guests we get to host}.

We are not masters of our destiny.  In fact our life greatly speaks truth that we don't really control our every situation.  But we are learning to master our attitudes and responses to what life seems to hand us.  We're learning that not every taste will be as sweet and after that one bitter sip a more delightful one will soon follow.   Yes, I have tasted Grace at its finest.  I have tasted LIFE beyond what this world demands of me.  I have tasted just the beginning of a life so scrumptious and I can't wait for what's to come.