At the end of a day like yesterday, when I kneel in prayer to my Heavenly Father, I am convinced that for a surety I was there in the Heavens when God presented His plan to us. I am certain that I was one who cheered at its greatness and potential. I am certain I felt His great love and desire for our growth, His children, at that time. So much so, that I swear I can almost remember it.
As I knelt in prayer and recapped my day, I thought of Anja’s first golf match and her joy and happiness with it all. She scored a 69 for 9 holes and took 3rd within her team. As a freshman, she was thrilled to get to contribute to her team’s score, even though 69 is not a great score. She knows there is room for improvement and is thrilled about it.
I thought of Sidney and her excitement for getting to run hurdles in track. She has never done it before, but the coaches and some other teammates keep telling her she’s a natural at it. She’ll get to race them next tuesday, after only a week of practicing them.
I thought of standing in the warm sunshine at the golf course, chatting up some old man while waiting for Anja to approach hole 9. I saw pic after pic of the 2 month long Hawaii trips he and his wife take annually. Apparently Maui in January is the best time to go, ha ha. I thought of the love I have for Heavenly Father’s children. I love the diversity and uniqueness in each one of them. I often wonder how many of them really know how much they are loved and valued by Him. I can’t imagine how lonely a life could be without knowing and feeling His love.
I thought of watching golf, then rushing to the softball game. Then watching Sidney walk up to the softball game in her track shorts with both shins wrapped in ice bags from her knees to her ankles. That made me laugh. Then rushing from the softball game to the boys soccer game with Sid and listening to her tell me of the different players she knows. We laughed together while we cheered her friends on.
It was a perfect day with perfectly imperfect people (just the way I like them). And as I knelt in prayer to review it all, a smile that I couldn’t contain grew across my face and tears streamed down my cheeks, and in that moment, I swear I could remember cheering in Heaven for all of it. The only words I could mutter in my prayer were a sobbing, “Thank you.”
Forever grateful!
