I know, I know, I’ve fallen off of the blogger map. I think I’ve climbed my way back on
though! We have had a rough month
with ongoing allergies or sickness.
Nothing life threatening, but sickness means losing sleep. Losing sleep means going crazy. At least, in this house, none of us
function well without sleep. This
is why we are crazy schedule-oriented with the kids because Jeff and I know
this about ourselves – without good sleep we are one step away from jumping off
the ledge.
We’ve celebrated some tremendous joys this last month like
learning that three of our closest friends are expecting. Our heart swells in rejoicing alongside
these families. We’ve also grieved
some terrible losses over the last month including our beautiful friends, the
Kurrles, in which the wife and little son were tragically killed in a car
accident. And we’ve taken time
(often at 3am) to question our faith and what it means to us in the midst of
all of these highs and lows.
Because there are no answers, no reasons we can comprehend, no clarity
to the highs or lows, we are left with a couple of things – an egg game and a
train set. Are you scratching your
head? One of McBaby #1’s favorite
things to do is play this memory game that involves eggs, haystacks, and
animals. She’s actually quite good
at it. I’m not a parent who thinks
you should let your child win when you play a game with them – I guess I
question the integrity in that. We
play games that she gets and she just honestly can beat me… not sure what that
says about me… And McBaby #2 loves
the wooden train set that Uncle Stephen has loaned him for these young
years. He loves to tinker. So when
we are left puzzled, confused, wondering how to live potentially a long time
with so many crazy unknowns in this world and raise our children, for whom we’d
give our very lives, within it, we can only do one thing. Like Moses, we can take our shoes off
knowing that our carpet itself is the Holy Ground where God Himself is dwelling
among our little people. Then, we
can sit on the floor, turn off our iphones, ignore the laundry to be folded,
and thank our lucky stars for moments like these where little wonder-filled eyes
look back at us, little hands graze ours as we play, little hearts make big
impressions, and little moments are the big stuff.
Hi Tasha - thanks for your sweet words. The pleasure was ours - thank you so much for having us over!
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