The advertised article asserted that children should play outside 3-4 hours a day, and we hadn’t been outside yet, and I was lying on the floor feeling rotten while my toddlers drove Duplo trains all around. The house was a mess. I had nothing planned for supper. It wouldn’t hurt to do a load of laundry. And I was lying on the floor.
It was more complaint than question: why this? Why me? Why does pregnancy make me so sick? Why can’t I be the good mom and wife and friend and hostess I want to be? Why am I stuck laying on the floor?
I wasn’t in a state of mind to dwell on spiritual truths, but the Lord sent them my way anyway.
He reminded me that He is good.
He reminded me that He is sovereign.
He reminded me that He gave me these boys and this unborn baby, and that His sovereign best for my boys right now is not to play outside for 3-4 hours a day, but to drive Duplo trains around a mommy who has to lie down and is sick a lot.
His sovereign best for me is not to be the capable hostess and homemaker right now, but to gratefully accept the meals kind people keep offering to bring, to do just enough laundry that we don’t run out of clothes, to turn down invitations and stay home from everything, to need my husband to take over as soon as he gets home, and to lie on the floor.
I cried because I’m a hormonal mess, and because God is good to me, even when I’m wallowing in complaints. And I’m incredibly thankful.
Linking up again, at long last, with the Five Minute Friday community to write on today’s prompt, question. Click the button above to visit Five Minute Friday and read more contributions. My post should explain why I haven’t written much lately.
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