I forget that there are mothers whose children will never walk.

I forget that there are mothers whose husbands are not tender and patient.

I forget that there are mothers whose hands are not strong enough to hold their children, whose arms cannot hold them close.

I forget that there are mothers who have no one to surround and support and love them.

I forget that there are mothers who cannot feed and clothe their family.

I forget that there are mothers who cannot let their children play outside without worry.

I am breathing grace like air, and I don’t even notice.

Bits of Grace this day:

1.  Our first story hour with Oliver at the small library nearby.  He sat there, stiff as a board while they sang “Oliver’s here today– Oliver’s here today– stand up and turn around; Oliver’s here today!”  Nothing. Very subdued in public situations.   Oh- help him not be like his mother please!

2.  A good nap.  For both of us.

3.  His little lip smacking noise while he ate peas from the vine in our yard.  We stood there and ate peas for ten minutes.

4. I am able to come to my mom’s and use her internet while Oliver plays on the patio and mom watches him outside.

5. And tonight it is I who will read him a book, tell him a story, light the candle and sing a song and say a prayer with him.  I get to hold him “just one minute” while he falls asleep. 

God meets our ends in a way that lets me stay home with Oliver all day.  Chad comes home every night to be with us.  And on and on…there are so many things to be grateful for.  And when I am grateful, it changes everything.