{ becoming }

In the wee hours of the morning… I wake, and rise… against my will, but I do rise. And I putter with laundry. And I think about getting back into bed. But I give myself a stern lecture and then I hit the track. 6.2 miles per hour, my new record… and I pound that track and push myself and my brain whirs… and God comes in the quietness before 6 am, He comes and He’s near and I feel him. Why do I cry in the presence of my great God? I feel loved, secure, yet unworthy. I feel awe, respect, humility… I’m quiet, still, listening. And God doesn’t say a word, but He’s there and He keeps me company as my feet dance in the fresh summer morning air.

I feel as though I am becoming someone new. Weight loss helps, yes, but more than that… I pray and I study the Word and I cry… and I center my life and all that I am around Him. Worship music and sermons have become the soundtrack of my busy days. God! My soul cries in adoration to my Creator. Becoming. Who? A godly woman, a loving wife, a mommy who embraces the ministry of motherhood. Becoming who He wants me to be. Becoming. Alive…