[/caption]Recently I've noticed that I've been having recurring memories. I may have had these my whole life, but I've just been paying more attention to them in the past few months. For example, you should ask Ian how often I ask him about the night that Charis was born. I have replayed the events of that night over and over and over ever since she was born! Eating out at Mellow Mushroom quietly suffering through contractions. Realizing it was time to go to the hospital. Forcing Ian to get off the phone while we were driving to the hospital so the person on the other line wouldn't hear me screaming through contractions. Then everything happening so quickly at the hospital... I could be laying in bed at night and all of a sudden I will wake Ian up to ask him what he was thinking when such and such happened that night. Isn't that crazy?
The past couple of days I've been having another recurring memory. I've been thinking about our move down here to Florida. My first thoughts driving up to the mall to see Ian for the first time. Walking up the stairs to our first apartment (that I loved!) Being so excited to be in Florida, with palm trees and alligators around us. Falling asleep to the sight of the shadow of a palm tree out of our bedroom window. Watching all the changes a newborn goes through. I was thrilled to be living somewhere "exotic!" It was fun and exciting and different. As time has passed down here in Florida, I am still enjoying our time here. But I have also experienced my hard moments, mainly because I've missed everyone!
Today I was thinking about my recurring memories and how I wanted to blog about them (because that's what all blog addicts do -- think about what they're going to write about while washing dishes at the kitchen sink!) It kind of hit me all of a sudden that the two memories I've been thinking about the most have been the two moments in my life when I have needed THE most strength to persevere! The first, giving birth, I needed physical strength to endure THE worst pain of my life. (Seriously, it doesn't get much worse than that people. Ok. Seriously. It could get a lot worse than that. But praise God I've never been through anything more painful and hopefully I never will!) The Lord knew how hard that hour of my life was going to be for me, and He completely provided the strength to get through it. The second moment, moving to Florida, required a different kind of strength -- emotional strength. Yet again - only the Lord could have helped me to make that transition so easily!
I believe that the Lord has been bringing these events to the forefront of my mind to show me the times in the past year that He has been my strength - the One who has comforted me when I've been in pain (either from childbirth or heartache from missing friends and family). Changes are on the horizon for the Moody family - changes that could possibly affect us for the rest of our lives. I know that I am going to need strength in the next few weeks - praise God that He is capable of providing that strength and that He has proven that He WILL provide me with everything I need to make it through difficult situations!
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