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Sweet Spot

I was laying on the office floor chatting with Scott. We were talking about everything from daily stuff to our hopes and dreams. We maybe only talked for twenty minutes or so, but it was so sweet; a nice moment to connect to the man I fell in love with many moons ago. That moment reminded me that even though this world may seem like it's falling apart at the seams sometimes and everything may be in disarray, I am living in the sweet spot right now.

I am being molded, changed, and transformed from the inside out. My thirties has been such a journey of discovery, growth, and maturity. God is doing a work in me and it is good. Even though I am being challenged, I am still living in the sweet spot. I look through joy-filled lenses even on the darkest day. I have come to find rest, comfort, and true meaning in Romans 15:13 that says, "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." The more I trust Him, let go, and allow Him to fill me, the more I live joy and peace.

I live in hope not fear. I live in joy not sorrow. I live in peace not chaos (well, there may be a little bit of chaos in a house filled with boys but you get the idea). I look at my marriage and see Jesus at work. His grace is there each day guiding us. His blessing upon us as our love for one another grows. I see God in my three boys as they come into their own discovering who they are in this big wide world. I relish in my family getting to spend precious time with my sister, brother-in-law, and their kids. I am grateful that my dad moved to Texas and we have time, precious time, with one another. I look forward to visits from my mom and love how absolutely out-of-their-body excited the kids get when she comes. I love my village; those women and families that have surrounded me and my brood lifting us up, supporting us, loving us. That's my joy. That's my sweet spot.

I write all this to remind myself that even in the mundane laundry-folding house-cleaning days, God is good. God is present and sweet amongst the trials and challenges. He relishes when we experience and receive His joy. He is working throughout the day giving me beautiful weather, sweet conversations with my husband as I pass by his office while he's working, and letting me hear the sweet giggles (and fights) from my boys. I truly am living in the sweet spot right now and I am savoring every single moment.

"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you." Isaiah 26:3

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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