I am a firm believer that God only gives us what we can handle. It took me a lot of years to truly, honestly come to terms with that and get to the point where I actually believed it, but I do. I am a firm believer in FAITHduring even the worst of situations. I am a believer in prayer through lifes darkest hours. And I am a believer that good things come from really sucky situations.
I stumbled across MckMama today for the first time. I had seen the “Praying for Stellen” buttons on various blogs all across the “blogosphere” and never really stopped long enough to look at the site. Today, I stopped. It took my breath away. Literally. I was sitting on the floor, my own healthy son crawling across the floor, putting everything within his reach in his mouth, and I stopped. I have a very tender, soft heart. Especially where children are concerned…worse now since I have a child of my own. I was brought to my knees by this womans courageous story. I can not imagine having to overcome the things that she and her family are battling.
Our God is so mysterious, isn’t he? The way he works…the situations he uses to draw us to him. The things that make us stop in our tracks and really acknowledge who he is and how powerful he is…I guess this afternoon was that moment for me. I found myself sitting quietly, staring at the photos of baby Stellen, reading her words of struggle and faith and determination, and thanking God for the opportunity to not only have a child of my own, but for my wonderful fortune that I have a son who is healthy and happy.
It’s easy to get frustrated during the day to day things. I know I do. The seemingly constant sticky that covers my kitchen floor from endless leaks, drips and spills of Apple Juice and milk. The endless crumbs that trail behind my son when he eats Apple Jacks and Cheerios throughout the day. The piles of laundry that never seem to end. The fussiness that comes around right before nap time. The “I want you to play with me Mommy!” whine that rears its head when I’m in the middle of doing something, and doesn’t stop until I stop. motherhood is frustrating. It’s a never ending cycle of sacrifice, aggravation, and unforgettable moments.
It was while reading MckMama’s blog that I took in my own fortune and luck…maybe for the first time since I had my son. (Well atleast the first time the weight of it truly overwhelmed me) I am a lucky woman. WE (as mothers) are lucky women…
The cuddles. The hugs. The nap time spent laying on my shoulder in the rocking chair. The giggles. The grins. The laughs. The milestones. The FAITH that God has in my ability to raise a child. I don’t know. Just something that I was thinking about. Being thankful. Truly, indeniably grateful to God for the chance to be a mother to a beautiful, fun, handsome, healthy little boy.
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