When the cries are inconsolable for minutes. Hours. Days.
What have I done?
When I look at my battle wounded body and fresh new scar.
What have I done?
When I survey the dirty diapers. The mostly empty bottles. The unwashed dishes. The chaos that has become my house.
What have I done?
When I sigh because I want just an hour, no 10 minutes, no just one minute to myself.
What have I done?
When it's 7:00 in the evening and I finally brush my teeth for the day. I don't remember the last time I fixed my hair or put on makeup.
What have I done?
When I look at the empty formula, and diaper box, and bank account.
What have I done?
When I pray for a five hour stretch of sleep, or four, or just more than 3.
What have I done?
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I often think, "What have I done? I don't deserve this."
When he grabs my finger with tender ferocity and won't let go.
What have I done?
When she wears her bows and coos and people tell me of her beauty.
What have I done?
When his smile, hard earned, lights up the whole room.
What have I done?
When she sleeps in quiet security in the crook of my arm.
What have I done?
When he rests his head and nestles against my chest in peaceful slumber.
What have I done?
When she cries In impatience and I so clearly see a picture of how God sees me.
What have I done?
When they look at me with silent admiration, unmatched love, and unwavering trust.
What have I done?
And then He whispers a response ever so gently, "Nothing."
Nothing.
I have done nothing to deserve this kind of love, this gift.
I have done nothing, yet I now have MY people. My family.
I have done nothing.
I Peter 2:2-3
Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation— if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good.
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