Thursday, November 12, 2015

Stormy mommy.

I'm knocking, but I think I'm at the wrong door. I'm praying but I think my words are getting lost in translation. Hello?? Is this thing on? Maybe my ears are clogged. I honestly do think that I am hearing His voice but the words and answers seem jumbled...similar to that of the teacher on Charlie Brown.

Am I the only one? Surely not. Right? He knows my heart. He knows what I am capable of and what I can handle. I know this. But sometimes, I am tempted to say, "Hey there big guy, are you sure?" 

I wish this post was about the stormy season of Mollie's leap. Its not. It's so much more about the stormy season of mommy. I am full of confusion and blessings, love and frustration. My trust is in God. But my brain wants me to know His plan. I have no wise words.

I am forever grateful to have a supportive and caring family that I can lean on and a hilarious, beautiful, baby girl to make me smile even when I really don't want to. 

“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”

—Luke 11:9–10

From the bottom of my heart, all stormy seasons of life, whether long or short, are worth going through just to see you smile.