this is a good thing

For ground that drinks the rain which often falls on it and brings forth vegetation useful to those for whose sake it is also tilled, receives a blessing from God.  Hebrews 6:7 Maybe a month ago I asked the Father why He never speaks words of approval and affirmation to me. Just like me to assume I know the way it is... But it had to be quiet. To stop clamoring for attention and affirmation is to finally experience it. Yesterday, I heard the answer so plainly, and so fresh that I knew it was Rhema. There is some great bread in my bread box, and when my heart is hungry I find myself there, seeking, too often. But when the taste of the Word lands in my spirit, there's no earthly thing that can attract my attention. This week has been a series of fruitful days. I think one of the main complaints I hear from other mothers is the lack of recognition of a job well done. I suspect this is why we numb out on instagram--here we can #humblebrag (I competed for the worst), get comme