God's Voicemail

I don't know how time works.

Well, I know it passes, and I know we count it in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years,...  You get the picture.

But I don't know how I can already be the mother of a three month old. (One who just woke from a nap.  Excuse me for a moment.)

Okay, that "moment" was a month ago.  Emmitt is now 4 months old.  And while E has kept me busy for the past month, a lot of other life has been happening too.

I went back to work on August 13th.  As I got ready, I had a conversation with God.  Well, maybe I was really just leaving God a voicemail, because it was one of those "prayers" where I was telling God what I wanted and not really wanting to hear a response that would be contrary to my wishes.  The message went as follows:

"Hey, God!  So, I think I can go back to work today as long as you make sure E has all of those big 'first' moments while he's home with us.  I just don't want to miss out on them.  And I know that you can make that happen.  So thanks for helping me ease back into this!"

For the record, I think God's voicemail was checked by his secretary who forgot to give him the message.  I left for work just before 8 a.m. and by the time I stopped by the house at noon, my mother-in-law was excitedly telling me that E had rolled from his back to his side.  She even had pictures of it on her phone.  I had several thoughts at once.

1. Yay, Emmitt!! You are growing so big!
2. I'm so grateful my MIL can use the camera on her phone to capture the moment for me.  It would have been harder without a pic.
3.  (Imagine me staring at the ceiling with my "teacher" face.) God, I thought we talked about this!!  (By the way, why do we look to the ceiling when we're talking to God???)

So, yeah.  He's sovereign and I was being picky.  God is still good.  Work is still good.  Work has been very good, actually. I just got over my emotional hurdle on day 1.



Until next time,

The Working Rookie Mom