Tender mercies and small miracles

Recently my good friend Lindsay started a blog where she’s made a goal to document the tender mercies of the Lord in her life that otherwise might go unnoticed.  Since reading her description of how Heavenly Father has blessed her little family in seemingly small ways, I’ve started to notice the subtlety of God’s hand in my life as well.  I’ve always known it was there- I can think of many times where Heavenly Father has specifically taken me by the hand and helped me through something.  But most of those times were big and noticeable- a pivotal point in life or a big decision.  What Lindsay has reminded me is that there are more than just a few times God is in my life.  He really is in the details, as well as the big important moments.  The small ways He blesses me can be just as profound, just as life changing as the big ones.  Especially if I take the time to notice them.  So along with Lindsay, I’d like to make this goal to document those moments that I’ve seen God’s hand in my life and the lives of my loved ones. 

In the middle of the night one night a little while ago, I happened to be lying awake in bed when Audrey started throwing up.  I had fed her about 20 minutes earlier and for some reason I had been unable to go back to sleep.  If I hadn’t been awake I might not have heard her the very quiet choking sounds she was making and it’s possible that scarier things could’ve happened if I hadn’t hurried and picked her up when I did.  It was a scary moment.  I am so thankful and amazed that I was awake.  I was completely exhausted and it really didn’t make sense that I didn’t fall back asleep immediately.  But then again, it does make sense because we know that Heavenly Father always takes care of us.  

Yesterday I was having a down day.  Frustrated by dishes and lack of sleep I said a prayer saying to Heavenly Father, “If only Andrew could be home a little more, then I could get things done and feel better with him here.”  A little while after that prayer, who should come through the door but Andrew, 3 hours earlier than he had expected to be home.  He came home right when I needed him.  And the reason he came home was because he needed me too.  He had been having a bad day as well and decided to come home to do homework instead of stay at the school.  It was such a specific answer to my prayer I could hardly believe it.  The rest of the night went well.  Not much got better really, but the fact that we were together for longer than usual in the evening made such a difference to both of us and made it so we could keep going the next day.

I’m so grateful for these seemingly small blessings.  They make all the difference in my life.  I hope I can keep up this habit of noticing his hand in my life.