Last Wednesday marked two weeks since we moved to Georgia and I guess the Lord thought that was plenty of time to get adjusted before the trials stared rolling in again. On Thursday, Madden fell down the basement stairs and after two trips to the immediate care center down the road and a long afternoon of crying, we finally found out he had fractured his wrist and it would need to be cast. So, Friday morning we loaded up the family and headed into Atlanta to an orthopaedic surgeon to get his sweet little cast. For the most part he’s handled it well, but unfortunately its the arm with the thumb that he sucks to soothe himself to sleep, so nights and naps are not so fun with the cast. Thankfully, its only 2 and 1/2 more weeks!
So I found myself over the weekend thinking about trials and how God keeps me dependent on Him. From the day we moved in until this past week, it was almost as if God had lifted His hand for a short while and gave me a slight break in order to do the work of getting us moved and settled. And oh how I was thankful to not be dealing with the mountain of tiny trials that we normally face! But one by one, they have slowly started to trickle in again and oddly, I am not shaken or surprised. Why? Because I agree with Peter that it is all joy when trials mount up on every side…for these very trials are what draw me nearer to the Lord and keep me ever dependent on Him. How do I face each day after being up during the night with a sad Madden, knowing full well that he will be irritable most of the day and I still have to push forward with school, church and daily life? By God’s grace, trusting that He will supply my every need and that His power is made perfect in weakness. Amen? Amen!
he’s so adorable! poor little guy…..I wonder if this is one of many adventures with boys? I’m bracing myself over here
Precious, precious baby. He is so very sweet.
Sign,
Gramma