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