I am not an early riser. I would love to be. As yet I haven’t learned to practice the discipline. But. I love kissing my husband goodbye everyday. Honestly? It’s the driving force that gets me out of bed in the morning. If it weren’t for my desire to kiss my husband goodbye I’d probably sleep in on a regular basis. (True, I’ve been known to get my kiss and head straight back to bed on occasion.) So this morning I awoke to a hungry baby and as I nursed her in bed I could hear the usual sounds of an O’shea morning – the heater in the bathroom, the pantry door swaying on it’s hinges, water running in the sink. Finally, with the baby all done I knew it was time to get up for my kiss. But I was so tired. I’ve had such a hard time sleeping lately due to some medical issues. I’d just shared with my husband the night before about my sleeping woes. Last night was no different.
The baby went back to sleep and I could finally rest on the opposite side of the bed without a foot jabbed into my side. I was just not ready to get up. But I really wanted my kiss! I slowly pulled my tired body off the bed and walked into the kitchen. I stood there for about 3 seconds and suddenly heard the dreaded sound. That horrible, awful sound of the side door closing signifying my sweet husband had left for the day… without a kiss. I hate that sound. To be laying in bed in the morning and hear the firm and definite shut of that door is a miserable way to start a day.
“Did he leave already?”
“He’s not to the car yet. You could catch him,” replied my son.
“No. That’s okay.” I turned and headed to the bathroom feeling the weight of a sleepless night and no kiss on my shoulders. I really needed that kiss this morning. I prayed to God from the depths of my heart. One of those prayers that just happen in your head and you could be thinking of a million other things but in the back of your mind you’re talking to your Father. I believe these are the prayers of our spirit to God’s – almost too deep for words and sometimes not requiring them at all. Lord, I really wanted to hug and kiss him this morning. Couldn’t he just forget something and have to come back in? I know he never forgets stuff but just this once, Lord.
And then the unimaginable happened. At the door of the bathroom I hear, “Hon, I have to leave now. I love you.” I opened the door to the most wonderful sight – my s
weet husband. “I forgot my letter to Steve. I came back in to get it.”
God is good. My loving heavenly Father gave me a tiny thing. A kiss. But not because I needed a kiss to get through my day. He gave me a big, huge thing in that tiny kiss. He gave me faith to believe. Because He knew I needed faith to get through my day. Even if it’s just a mustard seed.
God does know the desires of our hearts and He does want to give them to us… even when they’re nothing more than a forgotten letter.
-knittingprose
*photo by chidsey
Sara, How true your message is. God is soooo good to us, even with small things! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing this story about the compassion, love, and faithfulness of our heavenly Father! He IS So good to us!!! It is very often the “little things” that we can see the goodness of the Lord toward us!