For those of you who have read my blog in the past, I apologize for the break in posts. Our baby girl arrived at the end of January, earlier than expected, and I have spent all my time adjusting to the wonder of being a mother.
In the last month since our daughter was born, I have realized again that God's ways are higher than mine. I, like pretty much every other mother in the world, expected to have a perfectly healthy baby. God had a 6 day stay in the hospital planned for us. God used that time to remind me that my whole life, I have had plans or ideas of how my life should be. I thought I should get married at 18. God knew that wouldn't work for us and made me wait until I was almost 27. He always has a reason for what He does in our lives, even if we don’t like His timing.
Even more importantly, I have learned that waiting has made me so much more thankful for what God chooses to bless me with and when He chooses to bless me. If I had gotten married at 18, I wouldn't have appreciated the way I do now, what a blessing marriage is. The years of waiting have made my husband even more precious to me. The same is true of being a mother; I realize now just what a blessing children are. And if I would have been able to keep my baby at home from day one, I wouldn't have learned to enjoy every time I get to feed her, even at 4 in the morning or just sit and look at her face without having to visit the NICU to do it.
I can be slow sometimes, but I am learning to look at what is happening in my life as I think God does; as lessons to point me towards Him and remind me to be thankful for every moment and every blessing He gives to me.
