God is moving mountains in my life right now. I always read that faith can move mountains, what I didn't realize is that sometimes it is One. Rock. At. A. Time. Mountain #1=Expectations
You mean that I can't be a great mom, honorable wife, have a spotless house, serve my family only organic food, workout five times a week, bake, sew my child's clothes, keep an updated scrapbook, excel at amateur photography, never be late, always up on current events, and have well-formed political opinions?!?!?
Okay. Well...That's cool. I was never really into politics anyway.
See what I mean??? One. Rock. At. A. Time.
Which brings me to a subject I heard a lot about but never expected to experience (see again with the expectations).
Yesterday my MIL came and picked up Lily at four, Russ was at work until 5:30, and we didn't have to be anywhere until 6:30. As I sat watching
Documentaries Tarzan, eating Veggies, Pizza, and catching up on World News Mom Blogs I felt a weird feeling. It took me all of 2 whole minutes to identify that feeling (Seriously, sit by yourself for 120 seconds and see if it doesn't feel like a long time).
Exactly 1.2 seconds after that here it came...the utter Tidal Wave of guilt.
Why? This was my first time to be alone in my house in three months and I had the nerve to feel enjoyment. Sheesh.
Dear friends I think you all know that I'm crazy about both my totally hot Hubs and my precious little girl. So what's with the trip over enjoying an hour all by myself?
Fortunately I have grace upon grace.
"You don't have enough faith," Jesus told them. "I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it would move. Nothing would be impossible."