Silje turned 9 yesterday. When did that happen? Wasn’t she just born? Weren’t we just in the hospital in St. Paul, learning how to breastfeed for the first time, and overwhelmed with love and joy and exhaustion. Wasn’t it just yesterday that she was bundled up like a little ball on Knut’s belly as he called relatives and friends to announce the good news.
She arrived precisely on her due date. She still likes to be precisely on time. Yesterday we dropped her off at camp for the week, and already I feel like a piece of me is missing. Even though this is her 3rd time at camp, I was having a tough time leaving. Knut was teasing me, saying “You know she’s going to be fine.”
I told him. “You’ve never had another human being grow inside of you, for 9 months. 9 months without a break, without any separation, as though your bodies were growing together as one. Leaving her here feels about as natural as leaving my heart.”
I’m so blessed there’s a camp out there that I trust with my sweet girl, and will give her not only the time of her life, but take every opportunity to help her grow in the Lord. I’m so blessed by her. It’s likely to be a rough week without her. I’m so glad she gets to go.
I’ve been so blessed by some things in ministries I’m involved in that I can’t share publicly, but I’m still on a bit of a high about. Seriously, God is so good. He sees even the smallest of needs and goes about supernatural ways sometimes to meet. I got to be a part of his ministry to some immigrants this last week in a very unexpected way, and I’m still so excited about it.
In the past, whenever I try to get involved in a ministry or charity, it seems that I get distracted from my family, and their needs. I’ve had to constantly pull myself out because I was there for my pride, and where I needed to be was the mundane at home. There’s so much I want to do, and God continually reminds me of the ministry he has laid before me at home. This week he gave me the opportunity to be a part of one of the local ministries in a very, very small way. The returns have been huge, and I’m still so thrilled that I got to be a part of it.
God knows my heart. God is teaching my heart.
God is doing stuff all the time for me that I just. don’t. deserve.
The more I think on it, the more amazed I get.
How have you been blessed this last week?
Mom says
June 24, 2013 at 10:57 pmYour testimony is more evidence that it is more blessed to give than to receive. People (including me)so quickly forget how blessed a person is when they give, expecting nothing in return. Thanks for sharing with me this morning. It made my day!
bookworm-Mary says
June 25, 2013 at 3:53 pmThank you for sharing your blessings each week. Such a great reminder for me every time I stop by your blog.