I am writing from recall from early morning – 3:00 ish. The Little One had stirred hungry. So, I fetched him from his crib and while he gulped down eight ounces of formula snug between us, love and blessings carassed my thoughts.
Thoughts of the difference from now and then. Thoughts of how I didn’t know. Thoughts I wasn’t then and grateful to be now. Thank You, LORD GOD. Not that I got to but I get to.
I get to be free. I get to be kind. I get to be patient. I get to be grateful. I get to be happy. I get to overcome me!. I get to love you!
Nothing about this Jesus Life is I GOT TO. It’s all I GET TO! It’s Freedom. This is what freedom in Christ in this moment feels like. I get to love this baby. I get to hear him drink in noursishment. I get to desire the sincere milk of the Word. See 1 Peter 2:2-4. I get to snuggle with this little package of love. I get to. A life of I get to. It’s a taste of Heaven on earth!
I GET TO! Got it? Good. 🙂