
The joy that miss Blake Emery brings to her mama here continues to multiple. As I type, she sits in her purple Bumbo, with a giant fuschia bow in her jet black hair, alternately sucking on her fist and then cooing "ahhs" and "ohhhs."
In her three months of life, Blake has taught me that you can indeed survive on only three hours sleep; baby poop can spray onto walls, dressers, and mom's favorite teal friendship bracelet with the force of a watery tsunami; and that a baby's chuckle will melt one's soul. She has also shown me the true definition of a miracle. Every one says that babies are miracles, and I think I always just glossed over that saying. Last year at this time, we were just wading thru (literally and figuratively!) closing down our clothing shop, Typecast Clothing, and dealing with a major flood in our basement.
Major chunks of our future were undecided and that did not sit well with Miss Planner--need to know exactly what is ahead--here. I was uncertain what to do next when it came to day-to-day activities. And my heart felt heavy with disappointment that Typecast, our self proclaimed "baby" was now closed. After the closing, the flood happened and then what seemed like a series of small, but unfortunate events. One day the TV would not turn on, the next day the house repairs were prolonged and delayed, the vet discovered another cancerous lump in our dog Nike, Bobby was uncertain of what career path to now take...all things that in the grand scheme of thing are manageable, but in the moment seemed to bring one more disappointment/giant question mark.
I wish I could say that I remembered to consider it a joy... in fact, there were days that I wanted to, okay I DID say, "really?! one more thing..." And yet all along God had us in His hands.
And then in a way only God can move... along came Blake Emery. It just goes to show me that just when I think I have no idea how to move ahead, that God indeed knew (knows) all along what the future holds and we just need to trust!
In March of this year, Bobby got promoted full-time at his job and was overjoyed to make a career with a really awesome company...we hoped that Blake would come AFTER the new insurance was in place. She came 2 days after the new plan was in place!
One of my favorite songs at church is Blessed Be Your Name... the lyrics "you give and take away" are so fitting to this life we lead. God has given me a wonderful husband, He has taken away my parents for this earthly life, He has given me an amazing family & friends and now miss Blake Emery.
Last week I was struggling with wanting to accomplish more than I should probably take on at this point... it was almost a mini-identity crisis. I am home with Blake full-time, and for us this is all we ever dreamed of and wanted. Yet there are days that I feel like I should be doing more... is it really okay to pass out after just a few loads of laundry? Shouldn't my college degree be put to use? I know, I know Blake is only 3 months and there is plenty of time to explore additional dreams and goals. But I also have been convicted to learn how to be content in this season. To cherish every giggle, every fussy cry-fest (luckily Blake is mild tempered and these do not happen very often), every bout of confusion, and every day we have to just hang out with one another. Sometimes I cry, literally tears are hitting my keyboard right now, to think of how fast the years are going to move past us and we will be left with the whiplash of memories.
I vow to cherish this season and my new little bundle. It sure will be a learning experience and I pray God will equip this inadequate flesh of mine to handle it all!