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Blogging has taken a back seat to laundry, temperature taking and overall sleep deprivation. 

Now I can say with all authenticity to mothers of newborns, I feel your pain.  As I walk around in a daze, a fog of sleeplessness, I have lost touch with the details of my ordinary day.  I can't remember if I did this or took care of that.  I sit, stroke her hair and mentally speak with God about this child and every single one under my roof. 

Lord keep them well, not only for my sanity but for the rest of those living in this house, have mercy on us all.

I want to sit and appreciate chunks of time, as children waft in and out of sleep.  I realize, this is truly where I belong, here and no where else. This is where I am needed the most, this is where I am complete, in service to those around me, those needing their mother, desiring that kiss, that tuck with the blanket and the reassurance, that this too shall pass.

No one can give comfort like a mother.  No one can look deep into their pleading eyes, and bring a peace like I can for them.  That is the gift I have, simply being their Mom.  And with this gift, is that responsibility not to shirk this God given role of comforter. 

Thank you Lord, for giving me arms to hold these little ones, to comfort and care for them, like no one else can.  Thank you for this privilege, showing me how loving is a gift we can give, and how it can be magnified into something larger than ourselves when it's done in the most difficult of moments.
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