Confirmations

"Where you send me, Lord, I will go." So here I am after 5 long years of birthing pains and known impossibilities made possible.

I am right where I am supposed to be. 

And the battle rages. 

God made a way and called us to it. 

A life that takes my breath away when I get tackled and jumped on as I attempt to give airplane rides on my legs stretched up to the ceiling. A faithful husband who works so hard providing more than a paycheck ... The stability and assurance that is seen with every daily welcome home squeal from the kids. The comfort of my mans embrace as I sigh relief that I made it through  yet another with a meal cooked and ready to eat and three resilient kids remembering only the joys of the day and not a weary moms impatience or lack of.

I am right where I am supposed to be.

And the battle rages on.

 Most days i feel the pull of this world to run with the ways of American Dreams for more stuff, better business, and bigger feelings to follow. 

Yet, in the midst of the tug of war; for some reason finding this...

Mess! 

and then just minutes later finding him in this...

Mess! (He found some peanuts in my purse and started an early breakfast?)

God has confirmed it.

 I am where i am supposed to be.

And the battle rages stronger still.

God's confirmations come through the perfect timing of loneliness and friendships, the gut wrenching strengthening and battles of fighting for a biblical unified marriage, the push against the grains of culture to sit down and eat a family meal with giggles and spills and so much noise you can't hear yourself talking out loud. 

When the battle weighs so heavy and the economy takes every penny and more to keep up with fresh blueberries and string cheese. When the future picture with current circumstance offers no hope of a fenced in backyard or house to call our own. It is hard to not want to run for change. 

I am right where I am supposed to be. 

And the battle rages stronger and stronger. 

It is easy to take pride and independence and run with it...but that won't win the battle. When God answers a man's 4-year long prayer, it is going to take perseverance and faith to endure. The battle is not our own ...

And we are right where we are supposed to be.

So bring on the raging battle.

We are sticking in the palm of Gods Almighty hand even if it means blood, sweat, tears, and constant tug of war. 

God is on the move and I want to go with.

Oh Lord carry us on and keep us from getting ahead of your journey of perfection and completion. You are Jehovah Jireh! Amen.