Lost and Found

In the words of the not-so-great Austin Powers, I lost my mojo. I have been thinking of lots of ideas for posts, but couldn't seem to put anything together. A month or so ago, God convicted me to spend more time with my husband and so I stopped doing projects after bedtime. But it has taken me until yesterday to realize that I was going about it the wrong way. Instead of listening to worship music and reading the Bible in the living room while Rob watches tv in the bedroom, I would just hop in the bed and watch tv with him. Instead of filling my spirit with Truth, I am filling my brain with Law and Order and CSI. Not really a fair trade, in my opinion. In the process of spending more time with Rob, which is cool, I lost my mojo. I was turning back into someone I didn't recognize, irritable and selfish and stressed out. I've also been trying to accomplish everything I need to do while the kids are up, which means those cards I've been talking about needing to make weren't getting done. Two nights ago, I kissed Rob good night and worked on cards until after midnight. I put on a stack of my favorite cd's and just got going. The song "Sinner Come Home" on Bart Millard's Hymned was like a balm for my spirit. I just let the words flow over me and realized I haven't been home in awhile. I am happy to report that I got my mojo back. Once again, I have been rescued from the pit, and He put my feet back on a firm foundation. All I had to do was ask. "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9