A Day in the Life

Last night I come home to my sweet babies and chaos reigns. Before my sitter even has a chance to leave. Caitlin bites Gaven making him bleed. Of course, discipline insues and here I am holding both children who are crying hysterically. Funny part is they start crying and hugging each other because they are both crying. A long evening winds down and I am left going to bed, praying about whether I am being a good mother to these two blessings.

Fast forward to this morning. Gaven and I are watching "Life Today" on t.v. Each day they have a segment of trying to get people to sponsor wells in Africe. I have to admit that I usually change the station during this segment. It is usually too painful and depressing to watch. Today we watched. Gaven, who was eating a popsycle (yes, I know how bad this is but sometimes you just want to make it through the morning) commented on how those children didn't have any water. He kept saying, "Momma they can't have mud water, they need clean water." I suggested we pray for these children and he said the sweetest pray about giving these children clean water and not muddy water. It was at that moment that I thought, "Ok, Lord we are going to make it, they must be getting it."

Who do you talk to?

I started this blog just for myself. This is a place I can ramble on about who knows what. As a single mother I need a place to vent and I think my friends my be a little tired of me using them. :)

I have noticed something about myself. I tend to run to my friends and family before I run to God with a problem. Case in point, my sweet baby girl is struggling with her weight. She is underweight and is having test after test to determine the cause. Granted she looks like a healthy but very small little girl. As a mother, I tend to go between having ultimate faith in God and freaking out. All day Monday, I was telling my friends and family how I felt about this whole ordeal. Surprisingly, none of their answers could satisfy me. I didn't want to hear that she was just going to be small or that there could be something really wrong with her. It took all day for me to realize that I had done it again. I was trying to gain support from the wrong places. If I had first turned to God with my struggles and concerns then the words from my friends and family probably would have been a comfort and not an annoyance.

Does anyone else struggle with this??