Worm Moons of March

The first full moon of March is called the Worm Moon, the earthworms start to come out as the ground thaws, its an odd name really, but so it is called. It is a beautiful  moon, if you take the time to stop and notice it. 

Living in the city we have a fair amount of light pollution, so a dark night sky full of stars is not a normal thing around here. Why even bother looking up really? At least not until you have driven quite a distance away from the hustle and bustle. Tonight was different; when Heather and I got into the car you couldn't help but notice the largest, brightest moon I have seen all year. 

The sight of the moon took me back in time several years to  another Worm Moon of March.

Andrew and I had taken Heather to see her geneticist in Asheville,  we were leaving a restaurant, Heather was bounding ahead for the car, when Andrew and I both stopped in awe of the moon rising over the trees. I remember just standing there side by side watching in wonder at Gods creation and cherishing the moment. Now every time I see a beautiful full moon, I not only remember that night, but I thank God for providing that perfect moment in time, a memory I will forever have and hold dear to my heart no matter where we all end up. I will have that one seemingly small moment forever in my heart. 

A lesson I learned very long ago, slow down, don't be in a rush for the "next thing" enjoy each moment for that moment is a gift. The little things that are happening could very well be lasting memories for the people you are with, or even yourself. How do you want to be remembered? What do you want to remember? 

Gods Timing

It was several years ago that I found myself kneeling in the church on a sunny afternoon pouring my heart out to God. Then in the silence of the majestic beauty that surrounded me, when I felt as though even God was turning His back on me I heard a voice which was as real as mine, state "in My time, not yours." 

I have often looked back on that moment in my life and remembered those words and that gentle reassurance. I have learned through many trials in life to be patient, that was certainly not something which was simply granted to me. I consistently remind myself how everything happens in Gods time, not mine.

When I reflect back over the journey my family has been on I  can see God all along the way, I also see times when my impatience has flared and the results of it. When I look back to the day I was on my knees in the church I never would have pictured my family positioned where we are today, nothing is ever perfect, but looking back five years we are closer than we have ever been. Everything is happening in Gods time.

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