It is so very easy to succumb to weariness. It is sometimes so very
hard to keep putting one foot in front of the other on a path that
seems to have no end.
I have a birthday coming up... I am always reflective around my
birthday. It's my time to sort of take stock of things. I am sorely
tempted to look at my life to this point and be discouraged. Quite
honestly I had hoped my life would be a bit more stable and polished
by this point. Life is not what envisioned it would be twenty some years
ago. That is not to say that I am not extremely grateful for the blessings
I have. I am very aware that I have things that others may wish for.
It is just that there is certain battle weariness that comes with life.
The longing for the perfect world with out so much strife, discord, and
illness that litters this path we walk.
Of course when victory is achieved after a long drawn-out battle, it is
all the more sweeter.
This guy (I was going to say little~ because he's my little guy~only
he's not very little anymore...) is doing something I had almost
given up hope on. He is reading for enjoyment * gasp* not an
assignment, but just because! This is kiddo that we struggled to make
reading click for so very long... it fills my heart with thankfulness
and plain old awe.
You know what I think? I think the Father knew I needed to see this. He
knew I was fighting discouragement before I could even put a name to
what was bothering me. He knew I needed to remember that my life
isn't really about me anymore. That it is more about these four precious
children He has entrusted Mike and I with, and our journey together.
