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Hidden Treasure

I'm sitting downstairs listening to my baby cry.

No, I'm not trying the cry it out method...she's upstairs with Daddy. She just hates bedtime. And as hard as it can be to hear her be so upset, I know she's just fine and just fighting sleep.

I will miss these days, I know I will.

I can't believe my baby is 2 months old, and yet, I feel like she has been with us forever. I don't even remember what it was like before we starting having kids, and it really wasn't that long ago.

I love being a mother. Love it.

Mira did end up getting her vaccinations (and I'm either an awesome Mom or how could I possibly do that to my child depending on your viewpoint). I realized though, that I had to let go of what others might think about the decisions I'm making as a mother. Because I'm making them out of my love for her. I'm making them based on what I feel is best for her.

And if I make a decision that somewhere down the road leads to some complication in one way or another...then God will see us through. He doesn't want us to hurt or for us to sit in fear of making decisions for our children. He wants what is best for us, just as we do for Mira.

I have been making a more concerted effort to read my Bible (I do not have a very good track record of keeping up with it), and it has been helping tremendously. I couldn't even begin to tell you how great this is for me. Even when I'd rather watch a tv show while Mira is napping or playing, I make sure to sit down once a day and read at least 4 chapters (1 OT, 1 NT, 1 Psalm, 1 Proverb).

I read Proverbs 2:1-6 just the other day and felt the need to write it on a little notecard for me to read periodically:
"My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, listening closely to wisdom and directing your heart to understanding, if you seek it like silver and search for it like hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and discover the knowledge of God."

I don't know about you, but the Old Testament does not seem like hidden treasure or silver to me. (Between you and me...I fall asleep reading Chronicles and Kings. I know I'm not alone here!) But God says to direct my heart to understanding. And how do I do that? By reading His word. I know that by doing this it well help me to be a better parent. Because I'm learning from the greatest Father of all.

So here I am...seeking hidden treasure. Even if I have to find it coin by coin ;-)

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