Doing a dance with God.

I am a mommy.
I am sad when she doesn't want to hug me.
I am sad when she doesn't obey.
I am sad when she would rather watch Mickey Mouse than snuggle.
I am sad when she does bad things.
I rejoice when I hear her pray.
I rejoice when she shares her toys.
I rejoice when she kisses me, Hugs me and snuggles me.
I rejoice because I am hers, and she is mine.

The same can be said of God and us, his children.
He is sad when we don't talk to Him, spend time with Him.
He is sad when we choose to commit the same sin we asked forgiveness for the day before.
He is sad when we would rather watch Desperate Housewives than be still and listen to what He has to say.
God rejoices when we choose to stand up for the less fortunate, for the bullied, for the hungry.

If you are a parent, you understand God's love for us, only His love is much greater. Which believe me is hard to understand, because I love me some Lillian.

I have life lessons (too much for one post!) that have conditioned me to love people of all walks of life. And while I don't quite know what my calling is for this life, I do know (thanks Amanda!) that as long as I love the ones who need it most, give my compassion to the suffering, do the small things that God is asking me to do on a daily basis to make this world a little happier, I have succeeded.

All I can hope is one day He makes it clear my exact reason for being here with you beautiful people.
Until then, I will love on the ones who need it most and pray for those suffering with addiction, the homeless, the poor, the lost because that comes easy to me.

He hasn't brought me through life, made my past to not let it help my future.