No One Harder Working – Nashville, Tennessee

Tomorrow we move out of our home and into the Interim. Life feels messy and full of uncertainty.
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Last night, Arthur was fussy, and I was frustrated. Chris had gone out to pick up more boxes, and I couldn’t do anything right. Arthur didn’t want to be held. He didn’t want to be worn. He didn’t want to be rocked or nursed. He didn’t want skin to skin or a bath or to play with his stuffed fox or to watch me wash the dishes. I was in the middle of thinking to myself “why is he making things harder? Why can’t he just chill?” when I felt the Still, Small Voice speak to me.
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God gently reminded me that no one in this household is working harder or doing more than Arthur is right now. At no point in his life will he ever grow as fast, learn as much, or try as hard as he is doing now, day in and day out. His brain will never process more information as it will this first year. His body will never master as many large and small motor skills as it is right now. And he does all of this at a time in his life when he can barely communicate with those he is utterly dependent on, and when his brain hasn’t developed enough to be able to understand everything going on around him. Reminded of this, I felt the frustration drain out of me, replaced with deep compassion and respect. This sweet kid is giving everything he’s got, all day long. I’d be fussy at times, too.
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So I wrapped him up, held him close, and began to rock him. Sensing the shift in my energy, he rested a chubby palm on my chest and within actual seconds was fast asleep. Thank you, Lord, for these sweet moments and for this reminder.
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