08 October 2012

a change of heart, a new prayer.

while I am away in Lake Placid with my ladies, I am reposting some of my favorites from days gone by.
we'll be back to regularly scheduled blogging next week!

It is so easy to get bogged down by the difficulties around me. To get frustrated and exasperated and just tired with all each day holds. The number of tasks can outnumber the minutes I have to accomplish them. My kids can be loud and uncooperative. People I love can be struggling and I can't do anything about it. 

But then my eyes can be opened to all the goodness around me. There is a lot of it, too - millions of tiny miracles happening all around to remind me that when I look outside of my tininess, God's greatness is surrounding me above and below and on every side.

You might remember this post about the perplexity that is my oldest boy. Four has been hard. It has taught me a lot about letting go and praying and being consistent and that I don't know very much about parenting. But then I changed my prayer from 'let me get through this day' to 'give me a heart that delights in my child.' And He did. I have found such joy in just being around Lute lately that I find myself getting weepy over how delightful he is. Miracle? I think so. Things were dicey there for a bit. When we ask God to change us, rather than everyone else around us, things happen. It's kind of amazing.

Then this morning we met my mom for breakfast at a local diner after church. As soon as we walked in, I knew we were in trouble. Nearly every table was filled with older people - probably regulars who came in to enjoy a nice, leisurely weekend brunch. Until my boys enter the corner booth and are anything but quiet. Nick and I cringed as they yelled, climbed on the table, attempted to crawl on the windowsill and threw our keys inches from the neighboring table's carafe of steamy coffee. {On a side note, we do correct them every.single.time. one of the above occurs.} As soon as the food arrived, they finally piped down and ate like they hadn't been fed for days {it had been approximately 90 minutes}. 

And yet. As we finished up, another diner approached our table. 
"I just have to tell you," she said gently, "you are doing a wonderful job with these boys."
Did angels just start singing in Heaven? I have to tell you that these words of encouragement are never more welcome than when our kids are rowdy {normal} in public. But, they are always welcome, and always always always fill my heart with gratitude for the kindness of others. There are not sweeter words to a mother's ears.

And finally, a sweet moment before naps today. 
As I carried Eddie into his crib, I hugged him and said, "I love you so much, buddy."
He laughed, looked at me, and said, "I love you soooo much."
He's two. 
And that might be his first five word sentence. Talk about getting a little weepy. 
On second thought, those might be the sweetest words to this mama's ears.

I have it pretty good around here. 

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