So these last few weeks have been rough. If it wasn't stressful enough that your child is took by ambulance to the hospital and admitted for the weekend. Then there is missing a whole week of work and stressing over bills. Only to leave your purse in a restaurant ( they found it and had it locked up for me.) Then you get a call from the hospital saying they your insurance is saying they dont have your child covered. ( Long story but he is indeed covered.) Then you go take a test for work for the 3 time and fail again which means you will have to return for a 4 day class that starts at 6:30 in the morning which makes it hard when you have a child. Those are just a few examples there is alot more, but you get my point so ill stop there.
I have worried, stressed, cried, and tried to push forward even though at times I felt so hopeless. Times get tough thats for sure, but thank goodness we have a God who never leaves because I certainly couldnt have made it through without Him. There power in prayer but we have to put forth effort. For example I can pray that Connor wont get sick again, but I have to use precautions. I have to put a jacket on him when we go out in the cold. I cant just pray over him and take him out in shorts. I can pray before I take the test ( believe me I did!) but I have to also study ( I did that also.). I can pray that God will bless me financially, but I have to work to make a living. So often we want prayer to be the bottom line. We dont want to put forth any effort. Prayer is not a magic wand that we use to get what we want and yet we live however.
I pray daily for Connors safety, for his health. That doesnt mean he hasnt ever got hurt or sick. He does will and has. I dont get mad at God when He does. So often we want to play the blame game with God. However God said in this life we will have troubles, but He also said take heart I have overcome. He is still good, He is still loving, He is still powerful, and He still has our best interest at heart even when bad things happen. Even when our world seems to be crumbling apart.
All the above are complaints, and yet I shouldnt murmur one word because all the above are centered around Connor. I prayed for almost 8 years for Connor. Well for a baby. I struggled with why God was making me wait. I struggled with wanting a pregnancy. However I found out Gods ways are far better than our own. And its not that im overwhelmed with my blessing to be a mother, its the blessing that im HIS mother. A child that the world sees less than perfect and yet He is more than I could have ever dreamed of.
Intellectually he is far from his biological age. However it makes life so much sweeter when He does hit those milestones that others dont even blink over. I remember the first time he drank from a straw. We cheered and danced. I remember when he first said Mama in reference to me specifically. I remember the first time he attempted to brush his teeth by hisself and not just suck on the toothbrush. I remember when I started being able to give him simple commands and he would go attempt them. No he didnt always get them done or get them done right, but he would try.
I have taught him many things, but He has taught me so much more. Unconditional love, patience, understanding and one of the biggest lessons he has taught me is to relax and enjoy the small things.
I dont worry about my house being spotless anymore, I let the toys spew out into the living room. I dont pick them up every night. But Connor gets prayed with and sung to every night. I might not have designer clothes, wear makeup, or have the newest perfume, however I make sure Connor is clothed and has been bathed. I dont stress over who said what or whos mad at me. Not because I dont care, but because there are more pressing matters now.
So in my little rough patch I must remember God has a plan. Just like all those years I prayed for a baby, Gods plan was Connor. A plan that I cannot fathom not coming to pass. So I choose to trust the Lord and lean not onto my own understanding. I choose to trust that its all for a purpose.
I choose to believe that Hes working all things out for my good. Just like Hes always done.
I have worried, stressed, cried, and tried to push forward even though at times I felt so hopeless. Times get tough thats for sure, but thank goodness we have a God who never leaves because I certainly couldnt have made it through without Him. There power in prayer but we have to put forth effort. For example I can pray that Connor wont get sick again, but I have to use precautions. I have to put a jacket on him when we go out in the cold. I cant just pray over him and take him out in shorts. I can pray before I take the test ( believe me I did!) but I have to also study ( I did that also.). I can pray that God will bless me financially, but I have to work to make a living. So often we want prayer to be the bottom line. We dont want to put forth any effort. Prayer is not a magic wand that we use to get what we want and yet we live however.
I pray daily for Connors safety, for his health. That doesnt mean he hasnt ever got hurt or sick. He does will and has. I dont get mad at God when He does. So often we want to play the blame game with God. However God said in this life we will have troubles, but He also said take heart I have overcome. He is still good, He is still loving, He is still powerful, and He still has our best interest at heart even when bad things happen. Even when our world seems to be crumbling apart.
All the above are complaints, and yet I shouldnt murmur one word because all the above are centered around Connor. I prayed for almost 8 years for Connor. Well for a baby. I struggled with why God was making me wait. I struggled with wanting a pregnancy. However I found out Gods ways are far better than our own. And its not that im overwhelmed with my blessing to be a mother, its the blessing that im HIS mother. A child that the world sees less than perfect and yet He is more than I could have ever dreamed of.
Intellectually he is far from his biological age. However it makes life so much sweeter when He does hit those milestones that others dont even blink over. I remember the first time he drank from a straw. We cheered and danced. I remember when he first said Mama in reference to me specifically. I remember the first time he attempted to brush his teeth by hisself and not just suck on the toothbrush. I remember when I started being able to give him simple commands and he would go attempt them. No he didnt always get them done or get them done right, but he would try.
I have taught him many things, but He has taught me so much more. Unconditional love, patience, understanding and one of the biggest lessons he has taught me is to relax and enjoy the small things.
I dont worry about my house being spotless anymore, I let the toys spew out into the living room. I dont pick them up every night. But Connor gets prayed with and sung to every night. I might not have designer clothes, wear makeup, or have the newest perfume, however I make sure Connor is clothed and has been bathed. I dont stress over who said what or whos mad at me. Not because I dont care, but because there are more pressing matters now.
So in my little rough patch I must remember God has a plan. Just like all those years I prayed for a baby, Gods plan was Connor. A plan that I cannot fathom not coming to pass. So I choose to trust the Lord and lean not onto my own understanding. I choose to trust that its all for a purpose.
I choose to believe that Hes working all things out for my good. Just like Hes always done.








































