Perfect Timing.

This week has really been hard for me. I would be lying if I said I am happy all the time. One night Greyson cried and cried and cried. It absolutly broke my heart. I felt so helpless and honestly, hopeless. I kept telling myself that the days and the nights are long, but the years are short. (My long term sub at school told me that and it really stood out to me.) One day I didn't even get into the shower until about 10pm. He was still crying but John Thomas was trying everything he could to calm him. I sat on the side of my tub and broke down. It was my first real break down. I thought how hard it was, but how in five, ten, twenty years I would long for the days where I am holding my baby and bouncing and loving on him. I had to think of it that way, some for sanity and some just to remind myself that this will pass. It was a hard conclusion for me to come to. I felt like such an awful mom and to verbalize how I felt made me feel like I was failing.

 

Last night was a good night. He was asleep by 10:30 or so and only woke up twice to eat and went back down right after. It was good and I felt good when waking up this morning.

 

Greyson was in his crib and swaddled, without a fuss I would like to add, as I sat down on the couch to do my devotion. On Thursday mornings I go to Bible Study at church and we are currently doing a Beth Moore study.

 

 

 

The opening paragraph had me go to Psalm 127 in my Bible. I read the scripture, looked up and laughed. I opened the scripture and sent it to John Thomas at work.

 

 

John Thomas's response was the exact same as mine.

 Perfect timing.

Thank you Lord for such a good reminder when I was beginning to feel so defeated.