1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. (OK, I have to edit, I just do.) 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. Then visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
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She snuggles close, her breathing soft and quiet. I breathe deep her smell. We all have one and hers makes my heart sing. Her tiny frame is down at the end of the bed with space enough at the top for someone else. Her unique personality even shines when she sleeps. Oh how my hearts bursts as I watch her as only a Mother’s heart will do. There’s something about watching your child sleep. Peace. Calm.
This girl, my baby, was unexpected. Tears fell as I gazed at that stick. My world interrupted in one small second of time. And yet… this was God’s plan all along. I did not know at the time how one small person could change my life. But He did.
As my heart sings I am reminded that my Heavenly Father perfectly formed and crafted this sweet little person. Someone that would bring me more joy than I ever thought possible. Her hugs and smiles and little “I love you” notes melt me every time. That personality… so unique and bubbly.
My heart swells and I am reminded, once again, that my Father can be trusted. Even when it doesn’t seem like things are going “according to plan” or “right”… He can be trusted. His heart for me is good. Always for my good. Always.
She wakes and smiles. And my heart starts the day with a song.
Yesterday my sweet baby got her first pair of glasses. Her excitement and anticipation was evident. In that, I mean, she talked non-stop every.single.second.of.every.day. Seriously. But honestly, I didn’t mind because I was just as thrilled.
It was only a week prior that she’d asked me a question that made me realize something was not quite right. On the way to church, she asked if everyone saw the same things. I responded that if your eyes are good, then yes. She asked, “So does every one see blue fuzzy things?” We talked a bit about the “blue fuzzy things” and it was apparent that she needed an eye test. A few days later the school nurse confirmed my suspicion – my sweet girl needed to see an eye doctor.
Monday of this week was her appointment and sure enough, her right eye is near-sighted. Glasses were chosen (after trying just about every pair on, I’m told) and the wait began.
When she put on her glasses yesterday she exclaimed, “Now I can go on with life!” I had to chuckle. It was evident that she could see better… and she was excited. And even though I’m her Mom (and maybe not the most partial person), I have to say that she’s so darn cute in them! In fact, my oldest is a little jealous because she wants a pair too. 😉
Isn’t it funny how one small change can literally change your perspective? Just like my daughter’s exclamation about getting on with life in lieu of her clear vision, I find that if I make small changes in my life then I, too, can go on with life.
Go on with life as I know it today. Life that learns from the past but doesn’t linger there. Life that I wouldn’t have chosen, but life all the same. Life that holds on to the One that gave life in the first place. Life that believes and trusts. Life that is beautiful.
Perspective is a powerful tool. It allows us to see clearly. No glasses needed.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Then visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
Please give me your best five minutes on:::
It’s a word, a text, an email, a look, a phone call. The hint that change is near. Maybe change I want. Maybe change I don’t. The waiting is the killer. The unknown. The anticipation. These times throw my mind into a race.
The what ifs. The movies that play in my mind as though the unknown has actually taken place. Dreams come often and are normally not welcomed. Waking up to emotions that were not there when my head hit the pillow the night before.
Then a quote that stops the racing in my head from C.S. Lewis, posted by a dear friend on Facebook – “We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.” And that’s it, really. The cause of all the anxiety and sleepless nights and short tempered responses.
Will I trust that God’s best really is the best? Can I stop all the movies in my head that say otherwise? Stop the race in my heart that says I must do something now?
Because stopping the race is my decision. Stopping and trusting that whatever change comes, God truly does know best. He knows the long-term plan. Something I cannot see.