He Is Here

In the feeding of bottles
And the spooning of cereal
In the wiping of faces
And the wiping of tears

He is here

As cleft lips are kissed
And toes are rubbed
And smiles are coaxed

He is here

In the sicknesses
In the surgeries
In the uncertainties

He is here

In the lullabies that are sung
And the books that are read
And the prayers that are whispered
Pleading for health
For hope
For home

He is here

And I find that this call to

A Rough Day…

It started over having to pay $32 for landing on someone else’s property in Monopoly.

That’s how it started. But, then, it progressed.

To pouting.
Then crying.
Then screaming.
Then yelling.
Banging.
Throwing.
Kicking.

45 minutes of the worst tantrum I’ve seen yet.

It started with Monopoly but really, I don’t think it had anything to do with Monopoly by the time it was over.

I’m not surprised by it. In fact, I’m more surprised that these episodes haven’t occurred more frequently considering all that she’s been through.

But that doesn’t make it any easier to experience.

When He called us to join Him on this journey, He never once promised that it would be easy.

But He did promise something even better than the easy road.

His presence.

He gave us (and all that follow Him) the assurance that He would always, always, be with us. And today, through the worst of it, I know He was present. Pouring out the wisdom, grace, compassion, and nerves of steel that I so desperately needed but severely lacked.

For 45 minutes, I prayed without ceasing and, for 45 minutes, I had inexplicable, indescribable peace.

I’m sure I didn’t do everything right. In fact, I know I didn’t.

But His grace is sufficient for me, for His power is made perfect in weakness.

And if in my weakness, she catches a glimpse of the grace that can heal her heart, then weak I will gladly be.

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Angela Taylor

Angela enjoys being a wife to one wonderful husband and mom to six fantastic kids (three by adoption). Her family just returned home from China in late January with their newest daughter, Lily, who is 8, and enjoys blogging about the ordinary and extraordinary moments of their days together at her

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