Out of Breath

"I will enter his gates with thanksgiving in my heart, I will enter His courts with praise, I will say this is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice for he has made me glad."

I recall hearing once (in the throws of this child rearing thing) a M.O.P.'s speaker say that "I will enter his gates with thanksgiving in my heart, I will enter his courts with praise."
And it struck me that I don't.
Often as a stay at home wife, mommy, teacher, referee, cook, cleaner, nurse, banker, taxi...
I don't get close to the gates, because I am spinning in too many directions, and I find myself out of breath.
Recently I found that I had I.C. (Interstitial Cystitus), and a week later found that I have another medical problem that needs answers and healing.
This isn't a time to be out of breath, this is the time when I need the Breath of God.
So, I run to the gates with thanksgiving... Thank you Father for Michael and how he places everything else aside to love me. Thank you for Noah's smile and the way he looks at me, just as he did when he was young, delighting in his mommy. Thank you for Emilie's gentleness and tender heart, and thank you for Josie's enthusiasm for life. Thank you that you are big enough to handle everything that concerns me, because I am not. Thank you that you go before me and behind me. Thank you that you go before and behind my children, and that you write their lives... the gates already open, I'm in once again, finding what I need- a good dose of the Father's comfort, peace, truth (perspective), and hope.

I'm praying that you will run to the Fathers gates with thanksgiving in your heart, that you will find relief as God breaths new life into you, that you will rejoice as he makes you glad.