Lesson(s) Learned

This morning, I was reading Luke 1:39-45. Here, the story picks up with Elizabeth who is pregnant 6 months with John the Baptist. In this passage, she meets Mary who is already pregnant with Jesus. Two things I noticed about Elizabeth in this passage. One, in verse 43, Elizabeth says, "And why is this granted to me that the mother of my Lord should come to me?" Notice her humility. Notice how overwhelmed with joy and thankfulness that she has at getting this opportunity. That said, Elizabeth knows her place before God. She knows herself in relationship to God. She knows she's not worthy to be chosen for this, and her only response is one filled with joy and thankfulness. Two, in verse 45, Elizabeth blesses Mary for believing in what was told to her from the Lord. She blesses Mary for her faith. Notice Elizabeth was able to bless Mary out of the abundance of thankfulness of her own heart towards God. Elizabeth knew God. She knew herself in relationship to God....

(Note: This is a delayed post. This article was originally written in mid-March 2020.) So this week has taken a huge turn of events from what-was-planned, both in my little blog world and my little sliver of the real world. Just a week or two ago, I was sitting at my breakfast table, looking at our dry erase calendar on the fridge, and telling my husband how March looked so-thankfully-slow compared to previous months because we didn't have anything scheduled. Well - while still true that we have no place to be - it's easy to long to be anywhere else right now instead of a in house with two sick toddlers. Hope has an ear infection, and poor sweet Hannah has an ear infection, conjunctivitis of the eyes, and Flu type A that the doctor said has almost gone into pneumonia. Add on to that all the mommy guilt I have for not taking her to the doctor faster than when I did, and the nagging thought, "Would she be better off if I had taken her sooner?" Sigh. I know, I know, ...

So today's #ThessalonianThursday #ThankfulThursday goes out to our husbands. You know, the men who stole our hearts, changed our last names, made us mommies, sometimes make us mad, and at the end of the day, steady us as they lead us in Christ-likeness. For some reason, this may be the most difficult blog I've written. Usually, I just write and post and that's it. But this topic has weighed heavily on my mind and heart, especially this week. I've found myself writing and rewriting this blog over and over again. Why? I'm not quite sure. I do know this: I have a lot to say, don't quite know how to say it, and my husband reads my blog. So no pressure or accountability for proving in real life what I'm typing on a screen or anything, right?! With that said.... let's get started on being thankful for our husbands. Bear with me as I stumble along with this topic... let's start with this story: So I attended Bible college here in town, and then I deci...