(Photo credit: Amy Green, Photography to Remember)
Its been a long time since I blogged – it looks like with me pregnancy and blogging just don’t go well together. Or maybe just real life gets in the way sometimes.
Our little boy Liam is now four months old – such a chilled and cute little guy – but today was his first day at Daycare. Cue a sleepless night for me. When I did get some sleep I was haunted by dreams of breast pumps and split milk. Whoever said don’t cry over spilt milk was not expressing breast milk!! My anxieties of making sure baby is has enough milk, having no clue as how much milk he will need obviously poured over into my dreams.
My mind turned to a Psalm that was shared in church yesterday:
Psalm 56.8 Record my lament; list my tears on your scroll– are they not in your record?
Or as the ESV says: Psalm 56.8 You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?
Psalm 77 1-3 I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me. 2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands and my soul refused to be comforted. 3 I remembered you, O God, and I groaned; I mused, and my spirit grew faint. “Selah”
It amazes me how many of the Psalms were written on a sleepless night! Today has been better than I thought it would be.
I am thankful that the God who created all things is concerned and cares when I toss and turn in my bed. My tears and anxieties are not trivialized and minimized. I am thankful that when I am afraid there is One bigger than me that I can turn to:
Psalm 56. 3 When I am afraid, I will trust in you.
Help me to trust you Lord.
PS. I have been blown away by the amount of messages I have had today of people asking how I am and saying they are praying for me. God’s care through His people all over the world is just amazing.