A couple mornings ago we were curled up watching PBS and they explained that a pig has the intelligence of a three year old child. Pig = three year old. This explained so much. I have honestly been carrying on with much more grace as I think, "Is this the behavior of a baby pig? Yes? Then it's okay. We'll grow out of it." I know it seems odd, but it was truly an exhale moment for me. Thank you PBS for bringing me such perspective!
Last night I watched my three year old sleep. And love and appreciation washed over me. I thought about the tweet I saw last night - a three year old found not breathing - and when I saw that,my momma heart started breaking in a thousand pieces and my hands began to shake and my tongue began to tremble with prayers.
It could be my girl, her girl, their girl. And I think about Kingdom living and the now and the not yet and how I always get tripped up when babies hang in that tender balance. And I don't seem as worried about adults, but shouldn't He keep His babies from harm?
The news comes that she passed away. And in the moment I am equal parts overflowing with gratitude for my three girls and frustration that prayers went unanswered. I just. can't. imagine.
I close my eyes at night hoping to reconcile it all, and I whisper prayers to the heavens.
So today I hold my girls a little tighter, laugh with them a little more, pray for them a more fervently, and try to remember each beautiful moment.
"God gives, God takes. God's name be ever blessed."
******046 - A supportive, hard working husband who loves me.
047 - Saturday morning Veggie Tales in the big bed
048 - Potty Training success!!! (or at least INCREASED success)
049 - Friends who share some Thai food and a glass of wine, telling stories and laughing, helping me bathe the kids
050 - Knowing that all my three girls woke up healthy and happy and with me.