The Days are Long.
The Years are Short.
A hand chewer...yes, you’ll fit right in.
*Eye roll*
Please, don’t make this a habit that later I’ll be forced to help you break. Still working on it with your brother AND oldest sister. For now, enjoy. But please, not for long.
We’re in the midst of Mommy-has-four-kids-alone-for-the-week-again and we’re at the point already where selfie silly faces are a bribing tool for them to just SIT with me and do nothing for five seconds.
Someday after baseball days are long behind us, I’ll be able to more freely and with more clarity, explain these days before us. For now, I don’t want to give myself room to sound as though I’m complaining, but I will say that it is hard. And the season is lonely. And without the Lord’s strength, the encouragement from my church body, and daily time in the Bible, I honestly don’t know how it can be done well. God is good though and knows just how much we are able to handle. So, try, we do. The best we know how. We ask forgiveness a lot. We are disciplined a lot. We are taught and re-taught the same lessons over and over again. And we have fun a lot in between too. We’re in the midst of some season right now and trying with great urgency, to just stay faithful, grounded, and unchanged regardless of our circumstances.
Thank you, Lord, for the gifts you do so lavishly pour out on your Beloved. I look at my bedroom, overflowing with tiny souls and am brought to my knees with thankfulness. That You would choose me as their mommy. That You would give me a husband to live alongside and raise them as their Daddy. And that you would use hard, long, emotionally and physically draining days to point me right back to You. Keep me faithful, Lord. Keep me diligent. And keep bringing me to my knees if You must, if it’ll keep pointing me to You.
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