I've started writing this post out a few different times and just haven't finished, for various reasons. Actually, reasons being why I need to write in the first place if that makes any sense.

Life has been a little crazy the past couple weeks; to say I have been stressed would be an understatement. I fully intended to sit here and write out all the reasons. But now that the house {and my mind} is quiet, I couldn't make myself, because for every moment of frustration I can think of a tender mercy that I have been blessed with. And  I know it would take me much, much longer to write out that list. It never ceases to amaze me when things "just work out" because I know that they don't "just work out," that it is a loving Heavenly Father who cares about me and my worries. One small step back from my seemingly problems, and I realize how insignificant they are. Last night I was laying in bed thinking about the day, it had been long and full and I was grateful to be still, my mind raced through the things that needed to be done but as I heard Claire's sleepy sighs through the monitor my mind turned to how grateful I am for that little baby girl who always greets me with a smile, our curious and loving boy who seems to have grown up years in a matter of months and my hardworking and kind husband who is always so patiently reminding me that everything will work out for the best. 


The Orrs said...

Oh I hope everything is ok! We can't wait to have you guys back here! Hopefully we will see you real soon!

missLaura said...

a very nice reminder, thanks Amy