In a season of life where sleep is lacking, children are bickering, and baby is continually crying, I find myself desperately searching for the precious moments. Deep down, I know that my years are filled with them; in fact, I know for a fact, that each day is filled with them. Yet, lately, its hard to see through all the messes, and listen through all of the static to be aware that they are in my grasp and happening all around me.
I find myself in a season that five years ago, I never would have imagined. I've discovered that I'm not Wonder Woman (although don't tell my sister, because she still thinks that I am;-) or the Baby Whisperer...seriously, I'm not even the example homeschool mom with perfect-test-scoring children or daily healthy home-cooked meals on the table. I am a fabulously flawed woman who clings to what I know is most important, regardless of the noise.
The Lord is faithful and He will reward those who seek after Him.
If my kids learn nothing else, they will know that there is a God who loves them and loves their mother. They will see that when their mom falls down, she seeks out the One who can pick her up. They will experience the frustrations and infuriation of this life with me, but they will also experience the joy and love. They will know that I love them with a constant faithful love, and that I will, just like my Father, be there to help them up, if only they will seek what is right.
At the end of the day, in that brief moment when my head touches the pillow before the baby... or the dog... or the teen seeks me out, I remember and thank God for the precious moments. There were many, even in the chaos. We are blessed!
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