Then I looked around. I see meals merging as the clean up from one never seems to be done before the next meal rolls around. I see our floors littered with toys, crayons, crayon pieces, food, crumbs, papers torn and scattered by the girls. I see piles of diapers waiting to be washed next to a pile of diapers that never made it to being folded and put away. Ditto with the girls clothes. Ditto with our clothes. I see pictures waiting to be hung. I see knick knacks piled up waiting for homes.
I put Nugget down for her nap. Then Zita is not content anywhere but Momma's arms. Tylenol does not help. Teething tablets do not help. Colic tablets do not help. Shushing, jiggling, bouncing, walking--none of these help.
|This is transparency people!|
Do you know what helped? Quietly, calmly sitting in the rocking chair rocking. You know what? That strangely looks like resting. Forced resting because otherwise I would have been multitasking despite my stated "need." I was able to spend some quality time with my baby rocking and praying because God saw fit to give this unworthy momma what she asked for--a fussy baby. *teary grin* This was more restful than reading. More restful than mindlessly watching TV or a movie. My heart had to be quiet. My mind was quieted. My hands were quieted. My feet were quieted. I told Zita we were going to have some "Jesus time." It just looked different than my plan.
God sees things different than we do. His ways aren't our ways. But this I know, He loves us and does know what we need. I needed a fussy baby today so that I would slow down and rest. How did God meet you in your life today? Was it as unexpected as my meeting today?