But, this morning, I woke up to a quite house. The first glow of day shining through my bedroom window and my first thought was we need a miracle. And then I thought maybe all this has happened (baby #4, almost no food, no money....) in order for Him to prove to our family the He is a god of miracles. That He is still there and does hear, but that maybe the answer is He is preparing us as a vehicle to perform miracles in the lives of my children and anyone that we may come in contact with over the next few years and throughout our lives.
On Sunday, all the talks in church were about enduring. Not just enduring for a moment, but eternally and patiently. And yes, I got it, loud and clear. He was speaking directly to me. I cried the whole time. Maybe it's because I'm pregnant, but I think not. He touched my spirit; spoke directly to me through countless scriptures. So, this morning, in the stillness, I prayed. I prayed for this man I love, I prayed for my babies to be feed, I prayed for our direction to be made clear and I got up and went to work. I did the dishes that I hadn't managed to get to in days, I swept the kitchen, got Grandpa Bud ready for his doctors appointment, made hot chocolate for my kids from the last dregs left from last Christmas and did what I could to show my Heavenly Father that I am grateful for what He has provided for us. We still have a roof over our heads, central heat and air, beds for everyone with blankets to spare, dishes, soap, HOT water, flushing toilets, telephones, fridgerator, car, books to read, clothes, toys, some food storage- beans, wheat, tomatoes and green beans, and most importantly we have each other.