During the last couple weeks I have been trying to soak up every moment of our time here in Spain, but this week I find myself pouring myself into my boys. I try to do this everyday, but this week I am being reminded continually of just how much I love my family. On Friday e is will be going in for oral surgery (the enamel didn't form correctly on several many of his molars and they are in great need of intervention).
That word... "surgery." I just don't like that word. The emotion and fear that it brings me can be overwhelming and knock the air right out of me. I know I am a nurse and I know that he needs this, but I am still his mommy and he is still my little boy. I have found myself praying continually and reminding myself that God loves him even more than I do (that thought is mind boggling). I have to remind myself of Philippians, not be anxious over and over. And, I am trying to be still and remember that God is God (Ps. 46:10...really should have this verse tattooed on my forehead and maybe then it will sink in).
I find myself acting as though Friday is my last day with e, and although I know that is not true, it has been a motivator to live my life to the fullest. To cut out those "things" that really don't matter. To live each day as though there it no tomorrow and to throw my life and all my worries at God's feet. It amazes me how God has revealed himself to me in a whole new way through my boys. So grateful to be a part of their lives.
If you think of it, say a prayer for us on Friday, and in the mean time, go hug your little monsters (and the big ones, too).