This morning I was reading from Matthew where Jesus teaches his disciples how to pray. He says to ask of God, "give us this day our daily bread". This first trimester has been the hardest of them all. Even after we had a miscarriage at 11 weeks and pregnant again two weeks later- which was like 26 weeks long of a first trimester- this is worse. I feel pretty sick and miserable most of the time, I'm exhausted, and so very emotional. But I have seen the Lord provide my daily bread, day in and day out. He fills me up. He gives me all I need for each day. And not to just survive, but to laugh and find joy, and rest. One of the greatest gifts He gives me on a daily basis is waking me up each morning to spend time with Him. Liza still fluctuates in her wake up time and so the Lord wakes me up at the right time so we have enough time to spend together. Usually it's around 5:45. Today it was 6:30. And Liza slept in until almost 8:00! That's unheard of for her but the Lord provided me extra rest when He knew I needed it desperately today. And it's other things to like my wonderful mother-in-law bringing me a milkshake at night because nothing else sounded good. Like Dannelle spending the morning with us and helping me with the girls. Like being able to nap the whole time the girls do. And best of all right now, two precious girls who play together so well that when I need to, I can just sit on the couch and rest and watch. (Also lately they have been holding hands in the car which makes my heart throb and swell with joy!)
Lately, I’ve been trying to ask Sophia what she would like to do that day. I want her to have a wonderful childhood and I want her to enjoy her days. Of course we won’t always be able to do what she wants, but if it’s something tangible, than I want to do that with her and for her. I thought, what if the things we fill our days with really aren’t what she wants to be doing. So the other day the one thing she wanted to do is play the “pop-up” game which is the game “Trouble”. Some times I utilize snack time as a time to do something with her that is harder to do with Liza- like a craft, or read a longer story, because Liza is preoccupied with her snack. So I thought maybe we could play a game at that time but it didn’t work out. And as the day went on we just didn’t get to it. That night as I was giving her a bath, I told her we were going to do something really special. She lit up, “what Mommy?!?” “We’re going to play the pop-up game in your bed!” And we did. And had so much fun. When ...
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