When my daughter was a toddler, my mom taught her a song about an ant. I'm sure you've all heard it. The "High Hopes" song. It has become a family anthem in a wierd sort of way. Anyway, I found myself singing that song in my head today. You know, for the first time in weeks, I do have high hopes. My expectations are still a bit low, but my hopes are high. My heart is full of joy, despite the umpteenth day of gloomy rain. I am excited to see what God has in store for me in the near future. I do have a lot on my plate. School is starting, two kids. (No, make that three kids and a dog.) Not to mention my marriage.
I am finally excited about something. I haven't been excited about something in a long time. I have realized that even though my life often feels like it's in a million pieces, they are all in one place. God's hands. I am confident that He knows what he's doing with them. He knows the pieces and can see the full puzzle. I have no idea what it is supposed to look like, and well, let's face it, I have jammed pieces into places too small to hold them and created openings where there should have been solidity. The mess of my life was created by me making decisions on my own. A HUGE weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that I have realized these decisions aren't mine to make. They are God's. I merely have to listen and hold fast to Him. He will tell me where the pieces go, when He is ready.
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