It had been
a long Saturday.
Graham woke
up earlier than normal, then didn’t have any interest in going back to
sleep.
After giving
Miles the breakfast options of yogurt and granola OR eggs, he insisted he would
looooooove some eggs. After making eggs
and setting them in front of him, he decided that he would much much much
rather have yogurt and granola!
Jordan had
to work most of the day putting up powerlines so that people in the lower
section of station could have power that evening. (I do a lot of extra praying on days I know
he’s working on powerlines.)
Miles spilled
his apple juice.
Graham thoroughly
covered my clothes in spit up.
I picked up
the same blanket off the floor at least 4 times.
As soon as I
got my hands covered in bread dough, Graham decided to wake up screaming and
crying.
Thanks to my
awesome clumsiness, I spilled raw chicken juice on my kitchen floor…then
cleaned it up…then spilled it again…then cleaned it up…again.
By late
evening, I was holding my sleeping baby and telling myself if I could just stay
awake 30 more minutes it would be time to feed Graham again and then I could
put us both to bed! At this point, I
was, to say the least, a bit cranky. If
it wasn’t for this baby I would be in my warm comfy bed already. Better yet…if it wasn’t for this baby I
wouldn’t have woken up so early and therefore not been so tired in the first
place! If it wasn’t for this baby I
would have gotten a shower today. If it
wasn’t for this baby I would have gotten something…anything done today. If it wasn’t for this baby…..
I opened our
blog to work on a few posts I had saved. The old post about my
emergency surgery caught
my eye. I realized some people had
commented on the post…I didn’t even know they could do that! After reading the comments I decided to
re-read the post itself.
I cried.
How quickly
we forget. How quickly I had
forgotten. What a miracle this baby
was! My beautiful little boy…an amazing
miracle from God. How quickly I had
forgotten. How could I not spend every minute
of every day rejoicing in what God has given us? How could I look upon this child with anything
other than joy and amazement? How could I
forget how close we were to losing our little Graham. How could I…
I know there
are going to be more days like this one.
I pray:
May I find
joy on those days. May I find Jesus on
those days. May I be able to go to bed with
a heart bursting with thankfulness for the blessings and miracles our God has
given! May I never forget the gift of
salvation God has given in His son Jesus.
May I be a mother who points my children to Christ.
Amen.