Marred Chalk Murals

Last we spoke...things were blurrier than usual. Now they are ineligible, like chalk murals splattered by falling rain drops. I've taken a little time to let the sun dry up the pavement so I can start a new drawing. I apologize for the lack of communication, but sometimes it's better to stop. I had no idea when I wrote about Rest, Rejoice and Restart on Sunday how much I would need to adhere to my own advice.
Tuesday, my youngest son decided to venture from his crib for the first time...unfortunately he caught his face on the way down on the crib's metal braces and tore apart the tip of his perfectly sweet, round, nose. Several hours and stitches later, I was rejoicing that it wasn't worse. There is something so heart wrenching in watching our children suffer. We can't perform miracles, we can't predict the unknown, and we can't help them avoid so many things. Ugh!
So, again I rejoice that my children are not left solely in my hands to care for them...because I can't do it by myself. The good Lord has them in his hands in the moments I can't! He carries them when my arms are tired or weak or full.
I am blessed. It is this assurance that lets me restart. Let's me wake up tomorrow and kiss the now crooked little stitched up nose of my son...knowing everything will be fine.
Goodnight, God Bless...