She's been quite vocal - crying and fighting a lot. It's not as bad as it was with Miss E, but she's definitely gotten a reputation for it. There are so many times I've just pleaded with her to relax and rest in my arms. I've begged her to trust that I know what I'm doing - I am not leaving her to die or starve or rot in her poop. I even made up a little song one day:
Let it go muscle by muscle
Let it go, give it over to God
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go and leave it with God
Not Dove award material, but as I sang it that first day I realized there is a lot in my own life that I need to let go and give to God. I've been fretting over finances, over navigating the road of my parents' divorce, over parenting, over how to best support my spouse in his new career, and more. How often am I like Miss McK? I wonder how often God is holding me tightly wishing I would just hush and realize He has me in His arms. I wonder how many times He's simply shaking His head longing for me to trust His judgment. He has never left me to die or starve or rot in my poop. He has always been faithful. He has not changed. He is no less God today than He was the day He blessed us with pregnancy against the medical odds. He is no less God than the day Clay got his job at Lockheed. He is no less God than the day He saved me from my own demise. He is the same God that raised Jesus from the dead, parted the Red Sea, and simply SPOKE the world into being.
HE IS THE SAME GOD.
If only I would hush my crying/screaming about how unfair life can be long enough to realize He is still right here holding me, I know I wouldn't be so exhausted and possibly missing out on the blessings He has waiting for me.
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