Noah's sick. Ellie's sick. I'm tired - up half the night with Eleanor. Big girls are a little stir crazy. Toby's out in the wet and cold. Ugh - and yet...
The Lord is good to us. He's provided soup to warm and fill us, blankets to snuggle under, and crafts to entertain us. When it's all too much, beds to bunk down in. He's given me more love for and patience with my children - heads are kissed, rather than rolling. A night with a sleepless baby means cuddles, baby-head smell, and quiet Internet time. Awful weather means hunkering down, keeping warm, and taking things easy. And poorly children means they let me hold them more than normal.
It's not what I wanted or planned for my day, but His ways are higher than mine. I'll see what His plans are for me, infinitely better than my own.
