I spent the entire week in NYC as my cousins just had twins and they’re in the process of moving. It’s been a busy week to say the least. A lot can be learned when you spend a week with three children under the age of 2. People were not kidding when they say sanctification at its finest occurs through marriage and parenthood. Spending the week with these kiddos taught me a few things about myself: I’m impatient, too easily frustrated, selfish, and a sleep snob. How about those lessons? Not fun to chew on.. especially when the vessels God chooses to use are absolutely adorable and edible.
Funny things happen (..and by funny, I mean so not funny) when you’re running low on sleep. You say and do ridiculous things. I won’t go into detail because I think there’s too many to count and let’s be honest, I’m not proud of them, ha. As I’m wrapping up my trip the Lord has really been convicting my heart of all that’s in there. There’s a lot. Trust me. Gross, really. Two things: (1) it’s so
frustrating humbling seeing your own sin magnified and it’s (2) so relieving knowing that the blood of Jesus completely covers over all of that sin and I’m somehow being made more like Him in the midst of the awareness.
I guess that’s what Christ meant when He said that we can’t enter the Kingdom without being like ‘one of these’. Children. There is a purity of heart, simplicity of faith, and complete trust and dependence. I’ve never seen anything like it honestly.
I’m grateful for the love of God. . the fact that He is so slow to anger, abounding in love, and ridiculously rich in mercy. There’s much for me to learn. So much. I love Him. After this week, I’m even more aware of that desperate love. I can’t seem to do life right without Him.
Sometimes, the things that hurt the most make us more aware of our need to cling to the Cross and His grace. And so here I find myself, barely hanging on, but somehow hanging.
You know I can’t end this blog without showing you my week in pictures. I love my niece and nephews. They are an answer to many prayers and a means of grace in our lives.
Naaman Jacob, Matthew Philip, and Amelia Madhuri Varghese.
Yup, bed head and sleepy faces every morning! Nothing like it.
On another note, I didn’t wear one ounce of make-up all week! When you’re chasing kids around like a headless chicken all day, there really seems to be no point. I didn’t miss it one bit.
I woke up to this face every morning. Sometimes, I would simply just watch him while he was still asleep. Borderline creeper, I know. I cannot help it! I would lay my hand on his back every morning and pray that the Lord would open His eyes to the Gospel and that all he would remember looking back was a life in step with Christ. Time moves too quickly for these moments not to be cherished. Every single one.
Naaman, Sheryl Aunty loves you so much. There are no words to describe how much you make me want to be more like Christ.
Mornings with Matthew were every bit special. I love this boy’s personality, even now. Unlike his twin sister, there is a calmness and laid back ‘boy-like’ quality to his demeanor. He is an observer.. constantly looking around. I absolutely love holding his hand in mine. There’s a contentment with it. We became quick buddies. Matt genuinely makes my heart very happy. I can’t wait to watch him grow up and see how he takes ‘middle child’ to a whole new plateau.
Putting my little lady to sleep everyday was a highlight. She would cuddle into the crook of my neck and I pretty much melted into a puddle on the floor. Every time. Amelia’s middle name ‘Madhuri’ means ‘sweetness‘ in Sanskrit.. and she is simply that! She also has sass for days, even at 1 month. She is every bit dainty and lady-like. She’s the baby in the family with 2 big brothers who have their own unique personalities. I don’t doubt one bit that she can and will be holding down her own quite well.