Not My Own

I handed my baby boy over to his day care teacher and I ran out the door to get as much done as possible in the next five hours baby free! My mind was racing with a to do list. Gotta prioritize! What should I get done first? On the way out the door for some random reason this hill caught my attention in the parking lot. There was nothing fancy about it but I noticed a trail going up it and I wondered where this trail went. I continued walking to my car like those old lady mall workers on a mission. No time for hiking today, I gotta stick to my schedule. "Go up the hill." - Said some voice in my head. "Can't! I need to utilize every minute possible! I will do it later." - Said my own voice in my head. I couldn't stop myself from staring at the hill with one hand on the handle of my car door. "Go up the hill. I want to tell you something." - Said THAT voice in my head. Maybe if I go up this hill God will give me some answers to all the u

Wife: Why didn't you tell me? Husband: Because I didn't want to argue and make you mad. Wife: But I am finally feeling better about it.  Husband: You are? How could you be feeling better when now we are fighting? Wife: Because I rather be together arguing than not communicating at all. This is a discussion Andrew and I had once during an argument. It was a profound moment for Andrew when he realized arguing wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Although it's rough in the moment, often times arguing is part of the healing process while I learn more about myself and my husband. I learned from this discussion that often times we treat God the exact same way. We stick our heads in the sand and pretend everything is OK with God who already knows everything! Why do we think we can hide from God? Why do we choose to avoid and not talk to God? God knows us better than anyone! Even when we go to God in anger and or frustration I believe God is thrilled that we are final