Last Saturday night, my family got together at my grandparents' house for a belated Mothers' Day celebration. Here are a few peeks into the evening:
Who knew tissue paper confetti could be so fun? Nana (my mother) and Hensley Grace (my niece) enjoy the excitement!
I think this picture of Granny and Hensley is so sweet. Hensley is named after this set of grandparents. Their last name is Hensley.
I had to show you my plate because my mom and granny worked so hard to make sure that they prepared a meal that I could eat. And, it was yummy!
Maddox and Uncle Brian wrestle in the yard. I guess this type of play never gets old.
Maddox took this shot of me and Bri. He's quite the photographer :)
You can barely see it, but I was trying to show the flower that Maddox picked for my hair. He's a sweet child, even though his tongue out my indicate otherwise.
You know, I was thinking about something while I was in the shower a few minutes ago. I do my best thinking in there!
The Lord is so wonderful to prepare us for the seasons which we will inevitably enter. For my entire life, I was a baby fanatic. I loved everything about babies, including all of their stuff. In fact, for my 5th birthday, I wanted a real baby stroller, not one of those cheesy little kid ones. I wanted the real deal, so that's what I got. When I was in preschool, we had this little baby Cabbage Patch doll named Cleo Heddie. We could check her out and take her home on the weekends. I took her home so often that my grandparents still talk about her by name. When we went to Wal-Mart during my childhood years, we were often allowed to get a small toy. Every single time, I got the same little newborn-looking baby doll. Of course, each one had on different clothing, but I had five or six of these little dolls, in addition to a whole swarm of other baby dolls. I never played with Barbies, only babies. And, I had diaper bags, pacifiers, bottles, blankets, clothing, etc for these little things. Babies were my passion!
For years, I always thought that I was cut out to be a mom. I just knew that was my calling. After all, I'd been oooing and aaahing over babies from the time I was a baby myself. I babysat many years before I could even drive, and I've worked with children my entire life.
But then, things changed. Babies and children no longer held the same appeal for me that they used to. Sure, I still found them cute and cuddly, but only from a distance. All of a sudden, I didn't seem to have much interest in any of their gear, and I certainly didn't care whether or not I held other people's babies. I just lost interest. Certainly, I still adored my niece and nephew, but I didn't seem to yearn for babies of my own.
Then, I found out that babies of my own were not going to be a physical possibility for me, all because of cancer. What would've devastated me only a few years prior, was now okay. My heart wasn't broken, and my hopes and dreams weren't dashed. You see, the Lord prepared me. He changed my heart, and molded my desire to match His will. At the time, it didn't make sense for me to be so unenthused by having babies, but now it does.
For those mommies out there, please don't misunderstand my point. I think that motherhood is the highest calling. It is full of sacrifice and love, and I admire what each of you is doing with your life. And, who knows, I might be doing the same thing one day. But for now, the Lord has removed motherhood from my desires.
My point is simply that we can trust God. We can trust that He is good in all things. We can trust that He knows. We can trust that He has our best interests at heart. We can trust that He is holding and shaping our dreams. Isn't that incredible?