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Inviting God in

After stalking a mama of 5 on Instagram and craving more babies..let's chat about that another day..I heard only stillness and looked at the midnight clock ticking away. I caught up on The Mindy Project (you guys...go watch NOW). My dog breathing at my feet; no light and those boisterous bathroom crickets. I asked God for some direction on a talk I'm giving soon. 

He showed me a house, a beautiful two story house. "This is your life," I heard. You keep me on floor two. 


I may have said this audibly I'm not sure. I was confused that I was even in a conversation with God. Was I hearing things again?

Loud and clear, the imagery got clearer. Your first story is your physical and emotional life. Your changing of the poop and your crying and laughing and blowing out candles. Your day to day is here, the people the children, the dogs, the experiences. 

Jesus is on floor two. 

I keep him up there. I'm not quite sure how to integrate it all, the spiritual and the physical. I feel safe walking upstairs when I need to talk to God. Then back down into the "real world." 

My heart is still twisting around this. How to live a life in a one story. Where Jesus is in the conversations, celebrations, and diapers. Where love is because of Him, infused with his. Seeing people with Him as my sight. Putting on clothes and remembering to be thankful for the body HE gave me. For this and every breathe. Day in and day out, for Him to be welcomed and involved. I'm not quite sure, I am comfortable with the distance but I know He wants more. I feel like Integration is the only possible remedy. That I must welcome Him in to my home, every hallway and each bathroom. Every space of me. Does this make sense? 

How do you do it? How do you invite him in the every day?! 

Love to you. 

This is hard work

This is hard work

A Recovering Beauty Queen