A week at the cabin always help me count my blessings.
Somehow when I'm not confronted by mounds of wash and loads of dishes, I have less trouble seeing the beauty in each day.
Each moment is treasured ~ distinctly relished and cherished.
My heart lifts and the clutter clears out of my head. I can hear God's voice with clarity.
Those are things I like to take home with me from vacation.
Ya'll know how I feel about listening to the creek babble and chat.
It was those times by the creek that His words of encouragement in my heart came to me.
I started this wife/mother journey as a victor. I've never sat around and believed I had to take whatever came down the pike. God provided a way for me to be victorious - even joyous - every day.
Every day of life on this Earth is something of a battle, in one way or another.
Sometimes you get weary or tired or you just forget cuz you're busy. Maybe all of those things. Still, God the Father provided a victorious daily life for me through His Son.
Who cares what comes down the pike? I can lean in, push my chin up, stand taller and smile through it, only because of what He's done for me. I don't have to be a victim of daily life.
"But in all these things
we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us."
Romans 8:37
