I'm Here

Sometimes I think late at night. Or early in the morning. When I was younger and Dad knew I inherited his insomnia, he would tell me to remember that if I was awake, he was awake and God was awake too. It was like a party.
So when my Husband is doing that deep breathing thing, I'm actually having a party with God.

It's times like these when I realise I let God become a stranger today. I didn't tell God that I'm here on July 27th. For the past busy month I've been saying "I'm here." to God. Then I realise that I'm here, and He's here, and we're here together, doing whatever I'm doing, together.

I'm here, with Him when I'm singing next to my guitar playing Husband at a youth camp.
I'm here, with Him when we're living at a dairy farm for a week and there's a scary doll downstairs that is stopping me from retrieving the frozen chicken.
I'm here, with Him with I'm listening to my husband vomit for the 6th time that day.
I'm here, with Him when I'm driving my Husband to the hospital where they inject him with 4 litres of fluid.
I'm here, with Him when our trip home is delayed for three days.
I'm here, with Him when His unexplainable peace seeps through my tortured thoughts of cancer and all things evil.
I'm here, with Him when we arrive in Three Hills with essays to write and thank you cards to mail and people to see and a life to pack and health to figure out.
I'm here, with Him when we get the call that it was food poisoning, and he'll be fine.
I'm here, with Him when my Husband is breathing deep and it's morning but I'm awake. Having a party.

This post might not be too profound, I am sleep deprived after all. This is my life, the mundane life of Rachael Culp world traveller extraordinaire (I tried to make things mundane Rebecka Boys, but then I go and throw words like extraordinaire in the mix and I fail miserably).

I am surrounded by all of my earthly possessions that are packed up and against walls. We are leaving in a week and a half and I may never see them again, but I could care less! Are you trapped by your possessions?
God is here with me, and I am with Him. God is there in Germany too and will be going there with me, and I with Him. Never one without the other. What a beautiful-far-from-mundane-crazy-truth- reality that is!
My prayer reader, is that YOU are able to practise this small Spiritual Discipline of being here with God, wherever, whenever. Now go have a party!