With 6 kids in the house every day and two visiting teens on weekends, space is limited in our home so the kids share a room. The girls share one room and the twin boys share a room while the 12yo old has a room to himself most of the time. As I said, weekend visitors. And, of course, my husband and I have a bedroom, as all married couples do.
Every night before bed, we gather in the girls rooms to say evening family prayers after which the boys exit and I stay for a bit longer to see the girls their night song. We have the same routine every night.
However, the girls have their very own repetitive routine every night. Each of them, one-by-one end up in my bed. Of course, by the time night rolls around and my husband and I go to bed, we normally sleep without hiccup. Neither one of really know at what point the girls get into our bed, but they do. Soon enough we feel knees in our backs, kids laying cross ways over our legs, on top of the blankets!, little hands smacking us in the face…..
Every. Single. Night. the same thing occurs.
In the early morning hours this morning, I awakened to the sound of my husband, “Get this chock block out of my back,” he was mumbling, which gradually grew loud enough to wake me. Mind you, that chock block was a youngest, almost 3 but very small….not even 30 lbs yet. She sneaks into the same spot during our slumber every night, right in between my husband and I. She snuggles in, cozies up, and doesn’t make a peep the rest of the night (she’s the one with flailing arms in the night who ends up smacking us in the face as she sleeps).
Anyway, the word chock block got me to thinking. And if you don’t already know, chock blocks are a sturdy material that one wedges against vehicle tires to prevent the vehicle from moving.
Thinking of chock blocks made me think of the Lord and my walk with Him. I was still sleeping, by the way, so this might have been a dream or a mental conversation I was having in my head during sleep. Regardless, it’s true. So often, life is so busy and we fail to make time for prayer, quiet conversation with the Lord, even quiet conversation with our space. It seems to be the unspoken, sometimes spoken, belief that there’s always tomorrow. In this conversation with myself (in my head), I just got to asking myself what is preventing me from fully immersing myself into a life with the Lord, to completely trust and have faith in Him. Where are the chock blocks in my life? What chock blocks can I remove in my life in order to further (1) my understanding of God, (2) my vocation as a mother, and (3) my role as a wife? Where I can remove the chock blocks so that I may live a life as the Lord has asked of me?
Because, I have learned, God is there always, but we have to make the choice that He be front and center in our lives. He doesn’t force Himself into the lives of His people. He gently says, “Come to me. I am here for you.” These are His thoughts for any and every one that wants to live a life for Him. He calls on us, but also gives us the will to answer yes or no.
So, I ask myself again: where are the chock blocks in my life preventing me from living a life fully enveloped in His love for me and my love for Him? As we know, it is only through Him that we will find peace.
For some encouragement today: the Beatitudes
- Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
- Blessed are the weak for they shall possess the land.
- Blessed are they who mourn for they shall be comforted.
- Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice for they shall have their fill.
- Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy.
- Blessed are the clean of heart for they shall see God.
- Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called the children of God.
- Blessed are those that suffer persecution for justice’s sake for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
Remember that we all have a light. Let it shine bright for the world to see. Spread goodness today. Encourage love of all people for we are all children of God.
I hope you all have a blessed day. Thanks for stopping by.