By now in our journey with Gator, my heart was sick. We had nothing left to give and nothing left to try. After his reaction to the impossible-to-react-to amino-acid formula at 4 months old, we started at square one and played detective. We began to put together the pieces and found he had a severe intolerance to corn and everything derived from corn—even just traces. . .
If we were all really honest as mothers, most of us would probably admit to wondering where God is on the hard days . . . the hard weeks . . . the hard months . . . the hard seasons. There are moments when motherhood hurts, when you are completely drained and have nothing left to give. When God seems deaf to our cries and blind to our tears. Where is God in those moments? Where is God when motherhood hurts?
the thing about pearls
Pearls of course find their birth in an invasion, generally a parasite or irritant. Something the oyster did not ask for, or likely want. I can so identify with that. Yet, the very beginning of what we call beautiful and valuable is something that should not be.
why the everyday matters
Have you been in that spot of vision-less existence? Where the day-in and day-out steal your passion and the demands of life blind you to purpose?
formulas belong in math, not parenting
I think we all long for control. And as moms, we all long for that special formula that will give us the results we so desire. The little years are exhausting (can I get an amen?), but there is something in them that eases my tired heart: control.