This will Probably Be My Last Post for Six Months

A couple weeks ago I had the thought to start a blog. I get to become acquainted with a lot of blogs, because I'm lucky enough that many female bloggers want to review my clothing website, so lots of them get in touch with me. I love how expressive and real they are and it made me want to start one too. But I have a million other things to do and let's be honest, I'll probably start it and then abandon it for six months or longer. But I had the nagging feeling this morning to start a blog again, so I will take advantage of it as my opportunity to actually journal, which I don't do anymore for myself. I write in journals every couple months for my kids (nothing elaborate, just cute things they're doing and funny stories), but stopped writing regularly in my own journal when I got married about 6 years ago.

This morning at the breakfast table, my three-year old asked me, "Mom, what's a sleep touch?" Her question caught me off guard because I'd never heard of this before and it's not in any movies she watches. It also was surprising because it was one of the first things she said this morning. I thought for a second and responded, "Maybe it's when I come into your room at night when you're asleep to check on you and make sure you're warm and I kiss your head." She got excited, "Yeah! And the angels give me a kiss. And Jesus!" That's when I lost it. I wondered if Jesus is like parents who can't help but visit us briefly sometimes when we're sleeping to watch how peaceful we are and to spend a second of precious one on one time. Maybe he kisses our foreheads and blesses us, then hurries away like a parent would in the night.

A flood of happy emotions came over me with this image in my head. I feel like God lets us have days where we carry heavy burdens and he strengthens us when we ask, but the task is still very burdensome. And then a unique spiritual experience the next day can totally lift our burdens, take them away, and let us He is with us to give us insight and rest. This morning has been restful for me in that sense. I had a good cry, felt the love of my God and Jesus, and feel more capable to face my day with grace and gratitude. It also helps that I got enough sleep last night. Yesterday, my little 20 month one woke up at 4:50 am because he's teething. Talk about the longest day of my life! This morning, I was totally blessed because he slept in till 6:15, which is a really BIG deal because he always wakes up at 5:30. I don't know how long this feeling of restoration will last, but I'm enjoying it.