TAKING THE PLUNGE

My dear dearest baby boy just turned 10 months old. Perhaps to most it seems like a silly thing to blog about. Afterall, 10 months isn't really that big of a milestone. But for Elijah, it will mark the time when his life changed forever.

In 2 short days, Elijah begins to embark on a new journey that will span most of his toddlerhood. I have to say, though I have been pushing and striving and fighting for this day to come, now that it gets closer, I feel a sort of reluctance. We have rejoiced at the chance to be able to make his life better and to watch him grow up to do wonderous things with these new arms and hands of his, but I can't help but kiss them and stare at them trying to keep them forever in my memory.

As he giggles and plays, busying himself with his daily activities I wonder how much of that smile I will see for the next few years. It's probably not as bad as I am making it out to be I am sure that as soon as he has time to heal he will be laughing his head off (at least that's what I continue to tell myself.) But I mourn for the loss of that time for him, the time that other children have to learn to feed themselves and crawl. All those little things you use your arms and hands for that you really take for granted.

But as I pack up his little sleepers and call and make all the necessary arrangements there is a sense of relief. I have no idea what is in store for this little boy, but I have full belief that God has it all under control. And that is really what I rely on when I start to worry. It makes me wonder how people who don't know the Lord deal with these situations. I mean, can you imagine going through major life trials without being able to talk to God, lean on his shoulder, cry out for mercy, and see his goodness in things? I don't know what I would do, honestly... I really don't.

So here I am, resting my arms, clearing my mind, holding my breath and counting to 3.
We are taking the plunge, and letting God do the rest.

To be continued.....