Day 7 – Sovereignty

Baby Henry slept over last night.

Sweet boy startled for some reason around 8 and began to cry.

Really cry.

Upset.

Grandma tried to let him have the infant resolve to resolve his fear or big emotion.

I caved.

We sat together after the sweetness of a sway that became a firm embrace and he was awake and it seemed thinking until I laid his little body back down.

Sleep continued until 6:13.

He woke happy, ready for the day.

Still dark outside, we walked about the house, down the hall, to the kitchen and with one hand clutching coffee and the other balancing baby, we decided to say good morning to the day.

I walked into the twilight, looked up and said, “Look, Henry, a morning moon just for us.”

Soft peaks of clouds broken and scattered and in the center filtered through the shifting, a very bright little moon.

And I was awed in a sort of tiny way when I thought about the serendipity type occurrence.

Sovereign God knows me so very well.

Knew the baby and I would walk into the dark of a Saturday morning and I would glance up and stand still until my glancing became a soul tending gaze.

Henry mirroring my face towards heaven.

This 31 days of good is I’m afraid not keeping its promise for light and “less, Lisa”.

Still, today very, very early, there was this moon and because I believe in a God who is very near, not at all far away.

My good thing today is the miraculously unable to comprehend, only celebrate.

Sovereignty,

the God who designed the riddle of me, being sovereign over me.

Singing like a whisper.

I painted today, covered over another abstract and just let it be and not be until it told the story I was holding.

Singing over me, singing over you.

God is.

Continue and believe.