These are a few of my favourite things

 

Today I am thankful for:

  • Sweet trusting eyes staring into mine.
  • That precious sound of ‘Momma, Momma’ for the first time.
  • Tiny fingers that hold tight to mine.
  • Chubby arms wrapped around my neck squeezing for all their might.
  • The feeling of sticky fingers holding onto mine.
  • Seeing pure delight rush into my baby’s face upon glimpsing mine.
  • Hearing squeals of laughter.
  • The simple declaration of, “I love you Mommy.”
  • Slobbery kisses and hugs that leave your clothing slightly less clean.
  • Snuggles, tickles, story time and sing-songs.
  • Bedtime routines. Middle of the night feedings.

Oh what joy – what pure blessed joy. To have the love of a child. What awe-inspiring knowledge that you have been entrusted with the care of a sweet, innocent little one.  Can there be a greater gift in life?

The day to day grind,  daily battle of the wills with your three year old, and the endless sleepless nights can play a toll – can bring out the worst in parenting. I have found myself complaining, bemoaning my lot.

 

Yesterday I was reminded of something very important. The privilege of being a parent is just that a privilege, an honour. Does it come with difficulties? Of course. And yet an honour it remains.

Jude and Emma have been placed in our care for a reason. And I am eternally blessed by them and through them. I praise my Lord for being gracious and allowing me the opportunity to love them and raise them.

  • Will I make mistakes? Unfortunately more than I care to admit.
  • Will I fail them? I pray it isn’t so, and yet I know that I am human and thus completely fallible.
  • Will I embarrass them? Disappoint? Let them down?

Yes, yes and again yes.

BUT….

  • Will I love them unconditionally? Without end?promise
  • Will I seek to make amends for the wrongs I commit?
  • Will I live my life as honouring to my heavenly Father so as to lead them to the Father?

Yes, yes and yes again.

My children are a precious gift from heaven above.

I realized something very important today. That I spend more time worrying about the day to day. Frustrated with this and that. Tired. Wishing for, and wanting that. Needing this and bemoaning that. Stressing about perfection. About my being the perfect parent, with the perfect discipline techniques, having the perfect children, who obey all the time! Having a family that resembles The Waltons.

However,  I am eternally blessed. Not because my house is clean. Not because I’m Miss Perfect. Certainly not because my children are perfect and my family could be a hit T.V. series. Simply put I am blessed. I have a wonderful imperfect husband, two wonderful imperfect children. Imperfect friends and family that surround my life with love and support. Best of all, I have a heavenly Father that never leaves me, who holds me, guides me and continues to teach me and love me despite my flaws.

I am blessed.

You are blessed.

I encourage you to stop. RIght here in this moment and count your blessings. Say them aloud. Remind yourself after a long busy day of all that you have to be thankful for.

I will make a strong guess that once you start you won’t know where to stop.

Praise God from whom ALL blessings flow.sweet blessings
 

Your turn! Please share your own stories/words of wisdom :)