Small Packages

In case you haven’t yet figured it out, I have a bit of a gap in my child rearing years.  We decided to start our family and 30 months later we had three children.  Then, we hit a dry spell.  Well honestly, we thought we were finished.  God had blessed us so richly with three beautiful, healthy children and things were good. 

Seven years later I got the shock of my life.  There are times in our life when we are brutally reminded about who is really in control.  I had many plans for my future when I discovered that I was pregnant for the fourth time.  And it took awhile to get my head around the idea.  I am ashamed to admit that I even went through a stage when I was angry with God for allowing this to happen. I spent a lot of time in prayer during those first couple of morning sick months begging for just a hint of understanding.  It was in those quiet moments on my knees that the Lord gently whispered in my ear that “He doesn’t give children to just anyone.” I decided then that despite my struggles with my predicament,  I would trust Him for strength and the time to accept what He had for me in this child. 

It would take multiple blog entries to truly express all that I have gained from the birth of this child.  But the other morning I was so grateful for small unexpected packages.

Wrestling Bumblebees

So, I am the mother of four beautiful children that keep my life full and busy.  I spend the majority of my waking hours dedicated to their physical and spiritual growth. 

That being said, today I realized that no matter how long you have been in  the occupation of motherhood or how much you absolutely love your children, there are times of great testing and trial that can stem from the very basic of tasks.  My three year old, Wynn took a bath today after drowning himself in his morning painting project.  As I pulled his bubble covered smile out of the tub he looked at me mischieviously and scurmed out of my clutch at a dead run for the bed.  Fifteen minutes later, I finally slipped his shirt over his head and dropped him on the floor like a wind up car and out he went – ZOOM!  It was like wrestling a bumblebee and all I was doing was getting him dressed.  Of course amid my frustration all I could think is…….how can you resist that face?!