Have you ever felt someone's presence right beside you when you are alone? This happens to me sometimes. At first it scared me, but over the past few years I find it brings me comfort. I've noticed that I sense it the most when I am feeling overwhelmed. It feels as if someone is telling me to slow myself down. Today was one of those days.
It's been an incredibly busy week with back to school nights, after school activities starting and my husband being away all week. I've had a pile of "to do" papers stacked up on my desk for the past week. Needing to get things checked off my list, I sat down at my desk for the challenge ahead. I was attempting to get some mundane tasks done when my mind started to wander. I was thinking about my Dad and a letter he wrote for me that was found after he passed away. I couldn't remember exactly where I stored it last. I started to feel worried and uneasy. I have a negative habit of fixating on things I misplace (My husband would probably say that I obsess over finding things!) It's hard to explain, but this letter...well it's one of those things that I don't ever want to lose. My Dad used to love reading books and writing letters. I love that I inherited my passion for books and writing from him.
I was also thinking about all the things I had to accomplish this week and wondering how I was going to do it all without burning myself out. Isn't it funny how God puts things in your life at just the right time? I am beginning a new bible study next week and it is about prioritizing time and hearing God's call for your life. Can you say PERFECT timing!!! I cannot tell you how badly this fits into my season of life right now. #TameYourList
As I was going about my day trying to make the best of my time; I needed to step away from the computer and get some fresh air. I moseyed down to the mailbox. I don't know what it is about getting the mail, but some days I get so excited to reach in and see what was delivered (other than bills of course!) Usually it's nothing too exciting, but you never know what may arrive. Don't judge y'all...I'm learning to choose optimism =)
When I was done sorting through the mail, I decided to get back to my tasks. I tried so hard to concentrate on what needed to be done, but couldn't help to think about the letter from my Dad. Why was I thinking so much about it today? I felt an urge to find it. I began to go through my hope chest that I swore the letter was in. Sadly, I could not find it. I could imagine in my head what it looked like. I could feel the soft paper between my fingers. The memory of reading it and how I felt as I stared at the words my Dad wrote was overwhelming.
Today, I wanted so badly to hear his voice. I sat on my floor and cried. I felt it again. I knew in that moment that my Dad was with me. I didn't need to find that letter right then and there. I just needed to sit still and feel his love around me even for just a moment.
These are the moments that take my breath away. For today, I treasure this feeling in my heart. Tomorrow....I will find the letter.
“Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” – Unknown
Hi I'm Jen, married to my best friend for 15 1/2 years and a Mom to 3 beautiful, energetic girls. This blog is about life, learning to live with Grace and Girls Raised In The South (GRITS). Thanks for spending some time in my small part of the world! I hope you find a story you can relate to and you'll want to come back!
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