"I think I'll shower.
Nah, maybe I should sweep the kitchen and clean the bathroom.
Well, maybe I could read a book, make a craft, catch up with someone I haven't in a while.
Take a nap?
(Pause to check Facebook for a minute. Be inspired by all the amazing accomplishments my friends are posting about).
Maybe I should write a book.
RIGHT.
(Inspirational song plays in the background).
My heart is overflowing and my mind can't keep up. Maybe I should blog about that."
Nevermind that it's been since 2012.
That's right. Over a year and a half since my last post. Part of me assumes no one will remember I ever did blog, and that's ok. It's therapeutic and helps me capture important things when I have time to type them up. The other part of me hopes someone reads it and something resonates. Today is a special day.
My heart is quite happy today, so the dew that threaten the back of my lids and forms a lump at the back of my throat stems from immense gratitude and humility for the gift God has given me. Make that plural. GiftS.
I often refer to them as E and M. Babyson and Babysis. Sweetness and Princess. You may know them as Elliot and Myla. Maybe you haven't seen a recent picture (I only post hundreds more than anyone other than Grandparents wish to see)?
Just in case.
Mr. "Ee Ee" (as He refers to himself)
Miss Myla
These two overwhelm me. Daily.
Such amazing gifts. I have never been as at peace in my life as I am now. Here in this trench of daily teaching, training, loving, feeding, guiding, watching, learning, struggling, praying. I will attempt to explain in brief below as I race against the ticking clock.
It's a whirlwind from the moment I get up. Babyson's voice floats over the monitor, tickling my ears and waking me out of a comfortable rest. "How much can I get done before he actually needs out?"
Dress. Brush teeth. Make bed. Open windows. Let's get him.
From there, more moments than I can share, up to this very one. Moments stacked until my eyes can't hold the grati-tears back.
+Watching Elliot feel so proud that he could help by rinsing sisters feet during her bath, and putting her paci back in her mouth when she cried
+Encouraging toddler conversations with him by acknowledging that I understand his version of English
+Soaking up the coos and gurgles Myla lets out as she joins the conversation
+Affirming E's love for his storybook bible and practicing his memory verse
+ Melting in my soul as Myla's smile stretches wide enough she has to close her eyes
Just watching Elliot pick up on things we've been teaching, reading, and saying is enough to put me under. He is a sponge and the responsibility that goes along with that is overwhelming. Amazing. And a joyful struggle. And we have plenty of hard moments too. With illness, disobedience, lack of sleep, loss of focus, attitudes and disappointments. But even those things lend themselves to the greater purpose of glorifying God in all things.
The emotion of all this surged upon my heart at once today, and that's why it overwhelms. Full glimpses of what God is doing in my home and with my kids, and that I get to be used in that...awesome. So this morning when I caught a glimpse of the basket of sprouting potatos atop my refrigerator, I almost laughed. They represent to me the many things I think are important (house, laundry, to do lists) -and they certainly have a place- but are humorous in comparison to the eternal investments being made closer to the tile under the refrigerator. Snacks, new words, bible verses, love, memories, and relationships.
That's all. Just praising God for His greatness and gifts. And being humbled by it all.
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