Perfect Timing

Yesterday while Cedric was napping, I decided to do some weeding in the front yard. The weather was beautiful, there was a gentle breeze, and I had my ipod set to shuffle for Joshua James; I was good to go. Normally I don't mind tasks like weeding. Its so satisfying to me to see my progress as I work. But I hadn't been at it very long and my mind began to wander. I started having one of those moments where I feel outside of myself. I thought about how there were moms who laid their children down for naps in places that are not safe and not clean. I thought about the men and women fighting in Iraq and how young they are. All of these things seemed so far away though, like they happen on a different planet. I wished that I could prevent anything hard or painful from happening to Cedric but remembered that living a life with no pain is not really a full life. It made me feel very small. Needless to say by the time I was finished weeding I felt pretty down. I was inside sitting on the coach, spacing out, looking out of the window when a beautiful bouquet of flowers was set on my lap. Zach had bought me flowers out of the blue, for no reason. I was stunned. Speechless.I remembered that I don't believe in coincidence. I remembered that I am loved not only by a wonderful husband, but by an all powerful God, who is slow to anger quick to love. I felt abundant life, a phrase I hardly understand but always know when its happened.