Thank You (For the Work)

“Here are more clothes for you to put away, son.”

“Thank you, Mama!”

“You can wash the dishes, daughter, and I will rinse.”

“Thank you! I like this job!”

“Would you like to clean the kitchen floor while I clean the dining room floor?”

“Yeah! Thank you!”

My children thank me for giving them work. They work eagerly and enthusiastically. They perform the task to the best of their (albeit limited) abilities. They smile. Sometimes, they even sing while they work.

Do I thank my Father in heaven for giving me work? Do I work with eagerness and enthusiasm? Do I always try my best, even if I am working on a new skill? Do I smile and sing with joy?

Little children want work. I would argue, even, that they need it. They gain fine and gross motor skills, an appreciation for the work others do for them, useful life skills, physical stamina and strength, mental fortitude to stay on-task, and good personal habits.

In fact, we all need work. But somewhere along the way, many of us lose our desire for it. We grow weary and bored of menial tasks. I urge you to look for the joy in such chores; see your tasks from the perspective of a 2- or 4-year-old.

What fun to play in bubbles while washing the dishes! What kind of pattern can be seen in the water as the floor is mopped? How many articles of clothing can be carried at once? How many hymns can be sung in the time it takes to hang the laundry?

And then, thank your Father for the work He has given you. Whatever task He has set before you — motherhood, a career, homemaking — thank Him for it, work diligently with eager hands and a joy-filled spirit.

And don’t forget to smile.

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Jelly Bean is here!

Several weeks of waiting, 15-ish hours of labor, and Jelly Bean is in our arms.

Words cannot express…

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.

(Psalm 127:3-4)

In This Chair

Chair

this chair

In this chair, I rock;
My sweet baby I see.
Eyebrows, ear lobes, toes that wiggle;
A frown, a smile, and a giggle.

In this chair, I nurse;
Day, and nighttime, too.
She roots and pats and even whines;
For the comfort that I provide.

In this chair, I weep;
Such tears I’d never known.
Tired, weary, and petrified;
Yet even these things pass with time.

In this chair, I pray:
God, keep this little one.
Protect her slumber, day and night;
Reveal to her Your shining Light.

In this chair, I love;
How much? Words cannot say.
What precious moments that we share;
I rock my baby in this chair.

Sprout has Sprung

Sometimes I still can’t believe it: she’s here, at home, tucked into soft blankets wearing clothes I washed for her.

And I still can’t believe that I birthed her. Amazing. The most humbling, awesome experience. There are no sufficient words for the emotional highs and lows I experienced during those 12 laborious hours and the first few hours that followed. All I can say is that God brought me through it all, and He has blessed us beyond measure with a healthy, beautiful baby girl.

Praise the Lord.
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good;
his love endures forever.
(Psalm 106:1)

Little Sprout

Hm, this blog has been very quiet lately. I haven’t forgotten to write, and I have had plenty to say, but words and sentence structure have evaded me the past month or so. I suppose my mind has been occupied with

cribs

and nausea

and nursing pillows

and midwives

and nausea

and diapers

and names

and oh, the n a u s e a 

And the Little Sprout that God has blessed me to be the incubator of until next spring.

Children are a heritage from the LORD,
offspring a reward from Him.
(Psalm 127:3, NIV)