Good word for the future...

I realize I have not written much in the past here about my beliefs. As we face the new and (no doubt) curvy road ahead as our family grows, I am so thankful for my faith which is my solid foundation when all seems to be changing.

Even though we live in a fallen world we each have an opportunity for redemption from it, into Holiness through Christ. Redemption is a one time deal, no question asked, but Sanctification I find, is such a daily fight. It is hard being responsible for just myself.. and now I have the added weight of raising a Godly son or daughter. From the Word, I have assurance that He will provide everything I need to accomplish the task ahead.

There are two things that I observe as I enter motherhood:
One, I have daily guidance available to me. That is to say the Scripture, on which I can rely on to never change unlike my emotions which often change.
Two, I can call upon the Lord at any time, any place, any mommy crisis! He is an active, heavenly Pursuer who loves for His children to come to Him. They call it a 'Sacred Romance.' Having these two ways of support spiritually brings such confidence and makes my heart burst at the seams. And when I inevitably fall apart in a mommy crisis I know I have a Father who swoops to my rescue, directing my footsteps.

Bebo Norman sings a beautiful ballad depicting God's love for us even when we fall a step away. I want to share the lyrics with you:

Soldier:

Remember the time when I thought of letting go
and taking back my hand
when all I could think was how long can I follow you
and where do I stand in this world
I lost my faith, my reason to believe
when I refused to see
oh Lord, you carried me

and just like a soldier
You battle for my soul
but more like a father
You come and take me home

What is the worth of a man living for himself
with a heart of his own
and every day goes in and out, still without a sign of life
but Father wont you please give me more
when everything is closing in on me
I know you set me free the day you died for me

and just like a soldier
You battle for my soul
but more like a father
You come and take me home

And who is this Man who calls me by name
and covers Himself with all of my shame
but not even death could make You surrender
I remember

and just like a soldier
You battle for my soul
but more like a father
You come and take me home