We stayed home tonight.
We raked the yard, had dinner and visited my grandmother in the nursing home. I talked to my mom and dad on the phone. Alexa baked brownies. Anthony and Aidan played a video game together. We all laughed at a story Alexa and Anthony told about their day at school. Aidan told us about his field trip to the corn maze, not so funny, but very muddy...which is even better for as far as he's concerned.
OK, one kid got grounded from tv. for being hateful, and one made sure we all knew how incredibly stupid he thinks raking is...we don't live in Mayberry.
But, as everyone heads off for bed, I sit with tears of gratitude. God is good, God is faithful, I am blessed.
Tonight did not happen out of the blue. Tonight did not happen because we're lucky. Tonight was a result of steps. Baby steps. One after another, walking towards Jesus. Eyes locked on the face of love, the face of grace and forgiveness. While I teetered along, barely able to keep my balance, and before I could even stand, when all I could manage to do was turn my head to his voice ....
Jesus was running, arms outstretched, racing to embrace me.
The God of Creation. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Moses. The God of Miracles. The God who delivers. The God who saves. The God who heals. The God who sees me. The same yesterday, today and forever.
God came to me.
It was a good night.
