Again

I've been thinking about the word "again" lately. Again can be such a lovely word. Like I get to have coffee with a friend again. Or I get to go out to dinner again! Those are such sweet ways to enjoy AGAIN. But more often than not, lately anyway, again means more of something not so fun. For example, I get to do laundry again. And I have to make dinner again. And like yesterday, Harrison needs to get stitches again!

The poor kid. This time the incident took place in the church's nursery with Daddy. By the time I was made aware of it, the blood was all cleaned up and the tears had all been wiped away. While in the nursery, (which at the time had only Lige, Harrison, and Isaac in it) the men in my life were playing ball. Surprise, I know. Harrison took off after a ball, dove for it, and went face first into a door hinge. A church friend and local doctor was there to survey the damage. He and I were to sing in the choir that morning during the offering. Dr. Friend bandaged it and said we could wait to stitch it up until after we sang. So that's what we did. I sang. Then Lige and Dr. Friend took Harrison to the ER, where said doctor stitched Little Man up. They were back before the service was over.

Life with four little ones is always interesting. We get stitches, again. We get woke up in the middle of the night, again. Somebody is sick, again. One pushed the other, again. But with all those unpleasant agains, I also get some pretty good ones. I get a hand-drawn picture, again. I hear, "You are the best mommy!" again. I sit through an original show with costumes and all, again.

And again I can sit back and say,

Thank you Lord, for blessing me with this incredible family. It isn't always easy, but you offer all the grace we need. Again, I ask for you to fill me with your Spirit as I strive to mother these kiddos well.