I often wish that Wesley needed less supervision so that I could talk more with my friends. But last night I realized I didn't actually want to be a part of the conversations that they were having. It is hard to sit and listen to all the things their kids are doing, listen to the struggles that come with a normally developing toddler, and smile as they laugh about funny things that happened during their days. Sometimes I find that following Wesley around and watching him is much a much easier alternative.
Don't get me wrong, I love my friends. I am grateful that they pursue me even when I try to hide. I am so thankful to have friends that don't let me build walls up between us, but instead keep helping me tear them down, one brick at a time. Last night I was so blessed to have a friend who saw that I was having a hard time, sought me out, followed Wesley and me from room to room, and cared for me. She saw my ugly tears, heard my hurtful words, and still reached out to me and loved me. And, the Lord used her caring words to change my heart. The rest of the evening was still hard. Seeing the other kids still hurt. But, I was also able to see how the Lord has blessed our family so abundantly by providing us with friends who are committed to walking alongside us.
Don't get me wrong, I love my friends. I am grateful that they pursue me even when I try to hide. I am so thankful to have friends that don't let me build walls up between us, but instead keep helping me tear them down, one brick at a time. Last night I was so blessed to have a friend who saw that I was having a hard time, sought me out, followed Wesley and me from room to room, and cared for me. She saw my ugly tears, heard my hurtful words, and still reached out to me and loved me. And, the Lord used her caring words to change my heart. The rest of the evening was still hard. Seeing the other kids still hurt. But, I was also able to see how the Lord has blessed our family so abundantly by providing us with friends who are committed to walking alongside us.
After getting home last night, the Lord brought the following verse to my mind, which helped me to regain perspective:
"The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot. The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance." Psalm 16:5-6
The lines truly have fallen for me in pleasant places. God has given me a wonderful husband, two precious sons, and dear friends who care about our entire family. But most importantly, God has shown his love for me by sending His Son to provide for my greatest need by dying on the cross so that I can spend eternity with Him. What more could I ask for? Indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance!