God must love me a lot. Not only has he blessed me with good health, a wonderful family, and a beautiful little boy- but he has also blessed me with an amazing husband, who is a man of God and my very best friend. This blog is all about my little boy, and many times during the past nine months, Justin has had to take a backseat to Jaxon... God has to remind me often that I'm not only a Mommy, but I'm also a wife. My husband is wonderful and I thank God for him.
Last night in our youth service, Justin was preaching about Cain and Abel and about how Cain's sacrifice to God was unacceptable because it wasn't the very best he had. He continued to explain this by telling a story about my birthday. I love cards. Cards are important to me, and often times, sadly, I value a card more than I do the actual gift. My husband, on the other hand, could care less about cards. My birthday gift from my husband this year was heart felt and wonderful, but the card... well, not so much. It was obvious that he, at the very last minute, grabbed it off of a shelf of picked over cards. To be completely honest, the card would have better suited an 8 year old boy... Needless to say, I wasn't happy when I opened this card and saw how insincere it truly was. I know that my husband loves me. He tells me everyday. But he did not put much effort into picking out a card for my birthday this past year.
That's how we treat God. He asks for our best. Our best is important to Him. And too many times, we give him a "card that is better suited for an 8 year old boy."
God, I am so sorry for the times that I do not give you my best. And sweetheart, I am sorry for the times I do not give you all that I have. God has blessed me with you... He truly has. And for you, I am thankful. Thanks for everything that you do for me and everything that you give. Even the 8 year old cards...
I love you, J.
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