Yesterday was one of those days - you know the one - when nothing in particular goes terrible but nothing seems to be right after a week of days just like it (I will say Nursing school had a lot to do with it). Please tell me I'm not the only one.
Well, it seemed to end in the same way - a shed of tears while we were driving home. While we were in the car Samuel and Lucy asked why I was crying and I said "Some days Mama is just sad, but I'm okay." Well, my sweet children started their fake kind of pouty-whiney voices like they were crying too. It was actually sweet. Then Jeremy asked Samuel what they were crying about
Samuel: "Daddy, the Bible says we should mourn with those who mourn and rejoice with those who rejoice."
I will say - my heart melted. Really their little hearts comforted mine with their cries and then knowing Samuel's response - made it all better - he is learning compassion and tenderness somewhere along the way. Part of my frustration is that I hadn't seen much of my sweet kiddos all week and then to see their sweet hearts for me was just what a weary Mama needed. Thank you Lord for Loving my kids even when I'm not around, even when I'm tired and even when it seems they aren't learning a thing (except how to burp and toot at the table).
4 comments:
oh wow, I got tears reading that. That is so so sweet and precious. So neat to see truth being cultivated in his heart. Hope you have a restful weekend friend.
Isn't it amazing how when you have moments like that and then I realize, that it really IS the Lord teaching them, guiding them and growing them. He may use my efforts along the way, but HE is the one teaching! Awesome! (And no, you're definitely not the only one....Abbie asked me the other day "Mama, whyhave you cried four times this week??" Who knew she was counting? : )
You're the best Mama I know! :)
have those kinda days alot! got your voice mail...thanks for the call. all is well here, busy with school, Wyatt and keeping up with life in general. hope all is well with your gang...hugs!
ErinK.
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