A Perfect Moment

Have you ever experienced a perfect moment? A moment when you couldn't decide if you needed to laugh or cry to express all of the emotions in your heart?

I spent this past weekend with a family that means the absolute world to me. They are some of my oldest and very dearest friends, people too precious for me to even say. It was heaven.

Yesterday we went out on the boat and there was a moment, as my Dad was crusing around the lake that I experienced this perfection. Asher lay blissfully asleep in my arms as Noble laughed through his "king of the world" trip at the front of the boat. I looked around and saw my dear friends, my hudband, my parents, and my beautiful children and I was overwhelmed with gratitude.

There are so many things in my day to day life in which I might be disappointed. I wish a hope or dream came to pass. I wish I were more patient. I wish Noble would make better choices sometimes. I wish I could be more content. I wish, I wish, I wish. But there, in the midst of my own disappointments or struggles, I was reminded of how incredibly blessed I am.

Surrounded by those who love me and who I love beyond description, sharing in each other's lives. It all came into focus. This is what really matters. Who am I there for? Who is there for me? At that moment, this is what I needed to remember, and God graciously provided the reminder.

What about you? Have you ever experienced a perfect moment? A moment in life when you received the very gift for which your heart longed? Comment! Share your perfect moment with me!

How Did I Get Here?

Have you ever asked yourself that question? I think I might ask it a bit too often. It's not necessarily a negative thoght, either. How did I get here, married to the most amazing man I've ever met? How did I get here, with the most adorable little boy ever born? How did I get here, living in the beautiful, old Victorian house of my dreams? Do you see what I mean? There are lots of good ways to ask the question.

Then, of course, there are the less than encouraging queries. How did I get here, with three different body fluids from the same little boy on my shirt? (Didn't I used to be a well dressed business woman?) How did I get here, where my idea of conversation is, "Where is Noble's nose?" How did I get here, when I might wear make up a whopping once a week (and probably on that same finally do more with my hair than a pony tail - although I have just about perfected the versatile pony tail...it can be high, low, on the side, in the center, half pulled through, curly, straight, or of the pig variety - Really, how did I get here?!).

It is a funny thing to think about, really. I have asked myself this question often over the years of my life and I am just beginning to find that there is contentment in the answer. Oh, my life might once have sounded more exciting in the telling, to be sure. Professional singer, songwriter, actress, model, then business woman living in Nashville, New York, traveling often. That sounds like fun even to me and I lived it. As it begins to sound exciting I have to remind myself that I never quite felt fulfilled, truly content. Yet, when I sit on my back porch and watch my baby boy toddle from me over to the grass and pick a blade for chewing there is a sudden swell of overwhelming unworthiness that fills me. How did I get here? How is it that I am so fortunate that God chose me to live this life?

I don't know how I got here, but I know I can't waste it.