I was laying with Jayt (my 5-month-old) in bed. He was staring up at me sweetly and smiling. I was kissing his neck and temple. The two of us just snuggling so contentedly together. I said, “Oh, I’m so in love! I could just stay here forever! This is love.” Continue reading “The Hard Work of Love”
Have you ever had someone hold a knife to your throat? I have certainly never been in that position.
Or have I?
Jayt was really fussy and tired. He kept crying. I tried to nurse him but he wouldn’t settle. I tried to hold him but he didn’t want that either. I decided to lay him in the pack-and-play and set a 15 minute timer. He must be tired. He screamed and screamed for 15 minutes. I got him back out but now he was hysterical and couldn’t calm down. I tried nursing, rocking, speaking soothingly to him. Nothing helped. He kept screaming. Finally I took him to my room and pulled up my labor playlist on Spotify.
Then I danced with him.
Recently I had the privilege of being led in worship by my oldest son, Kurt. He was singing these lyrics from on stage with the praise team at Reimage Church, “Faithful you are. Faithful forever you will be. Faithful you are. And all your promises are yes and amen.”
As I was reading in Exodus, I had the privilege of eavesdropping on a conversation between the Lord and Moses and I heard the Lord say the most spectacular thing to his friend. He said, “. . . because I am pleased with you. . .” (Exodus 33:17).