Ice Cream Bowls and Baby Teeth

A few days ago I had an “ice cream day.” You know those days. The days when you are disappointed with life and so you reach for whatever brings the quickest comfort. I would like to say I reached for God, but I reached for ice cream in the way that someone else might reach for a beer or toward an addictive habit.

So, there I sat moping with my bowl in hand. I moped because I was tired and felt little motivation. I moped because my plans of being in a nanny position by this stage in Aurora’s development wasn’t materializing. I moped because the day wasn’t going as I hoped. You get the main idea…There was just a lot of moping going on.

But then a gentle voice met me in my ice cream drunken state.

“Didn’t you say you would give your day and your life plans to me?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Then give it. I just want to grow you and bless you. Trust me in the journey.”

So I did. I gave God my day and I gave him my grandiose plans for the way I thought my life should look. I submitted anew and felt the peace that always comes when I give up the struggle against that which I don’t control.

A few minutes later, I was playing with Aurora beside me, and she grabbed my hand and pulled it into her mouth. It was then that I discovered it…

A tooth! Perhaps, you need to be a parent to understand the gravity of a first tooth, but I will just say that I was thrilled! After I sent my husband a text, I sat still and realized the lesson.

I have a great life.

God has blessed me with the opportunity to watch a little person grow and develop. He has given me an amazing husband and people around me that love me. Most importantly, I have a loving heavenly Father that knows just when I need encouragement.

“The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love,  he will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17