Running around the yard |
Going for a walk |
Granted this wasn't a "real" run, but I've been given the all clear to resume normal activities! The pregnancy complication has cleared and I won't have to schedule a C-section. Baby Boy Baine can arrive whenever he is good and ready. This is such an answered prayer!!
It felt great to run, even just slowly around the yard. Those little girls had us moving non-stop for a couple of weeks. We had them stay with us as a respite for another foster family. There are seven siblings in their family: a one year old, two year old, three year old, 2 four year olds (the twins), a five year old, and a thirteen year old. The foster family we did respite for has four of the girls in their home. I feel exhausted just thinking about their life, and watching just two of the girls completely wore me out! They went back "home" yesterday and I'm sitting here this morning with a nasty cold and wanting to sleep for the next week. At this point in pregnancy sleep is pretty hard to come by. I wake up all through the night because my back hurts, or I need to use the bathroom, or my arm is numb from laying on my side. Rolling over to my other side is a monumental event where I look like a turtle that rolled over on his back and just has to rock back and forth helplessly. When I finally make it to my other side, and adjust the dozens of pillows surrounding me, my body then decides I need to get up and use the restroom again. Pregnancy: the most exciting and uncomfortable time of your life!
When Youth Villages asked us if we would watch the girls, my initial thought was, "No way!" I didn't think it would be physically possible for me. I feel out of breath just bending down to pick up something off the floor. We would be crazy to take on a couple of wild, never-ending energy preschoolers. We decided to pray about it and see what God had to say about the matter.
God gave both Luke and I abundantly clear instructions that we should watch the girls. I promise you that at no point in this situation did I feel this was a feasible task. I never felt capable, never felt that I had "enough", never felt certain. I did feel very tired. I cried a couple of times. I asked Luke for A LOT of help. I asked others for help. I rejoiced when I dropped them off at school. I tried to take a nap when they took theirs. I felt resentful when I caught a cold. I felt frustrated when they threw temper tantrums. I felt sad when I saw how far behind they are developmentally.
I also promise you that I understand that this minor, insignificant, short period of time in no way compares to the stresses of life that others deal with 24/7. I'm under no illusion of how incredibly blessed I am. I do believe however that these two weeks have taught me an important lesson in obedience.
God sometimes asks us to do things that seem completely unreasonable.
He isn't interested in our ability to handle it.
He wants us to lay down our lives for him, and sometimes that physically hurts.
I had to continually remind myself that God would not ask me to do something without giving me the tools I needed to get the job done. If I relied on him, he would show up and help me make it through.
God showed up in giving us breaks through school, nap times, and babysitters. He showed us how to work together when Luke had to work or when I needed to rest. He showed us how to power through when we just had to get it done. He showed us how much love we could give these girls in such a short time through hugs and kisses, singing songs, snuggling on the couch, tickles, laughter, and having fun together. They needed so much, and God came through every time.
Having fun! |