When You Can’t Stand, Sit at the Feet of Jesus

when-you-cant-standsit-at-the-feet-of-jesusWhen the news came that we were expecting our first child I jumped into planning mode immediately.  Within days, I was designing the nursery, collecting reading material and filling the freezer with meals for our first months as a family of three.

Every plan was carefully crafted to ease our transition into parenthood. When it was time for baby to arrive, I road to the hospital expectantly and walked blissfully into the delivery unit. What happened seven days later took me by surprise.

Caring for our son one morning I was hit suddenly with the realization of how dependent he was upon me to live. For years I had been responsible for only myself. I enjoyed coming and going as I wanted. Now, I was responsible for myself and the life I stood holding. Suddenly, my life no longer felt like my own, and the journey was only beginning.

I’m sharing the rest of these words over at Abby McDonald’s blog. Would you join me there to continue reading? Click here to read the rest of this post. 

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