“Can’t we come rest, pray always, because it is God Who moves mountains? Ours is to fall down hard and pick up the mustard seed of faith that He can. We can rest because He can. He needs our heart more than our muscle…”
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After a long day, the cuddling and rocking of bedtime routines are cathartic. Inhaling deeply, I smell Dove soap and baby lotion as Bella climbs on my lap in the chair by her window. “We can’t forget to rock, Mommy,” she whispers. I pull her close, her Digger Dog held tightly.
The question is not how close can I get, but how far can I run from sin?
There are different types of hardship. The hardship of broken relationship is different than the hardship of learning how to live in a new marriage. The hardship of pregnancy and childbirth are different than the hardship involved in learning parenthood. The hardship of lupus is different than the hardship of cancer. The hardship of treatment is different than the hardship of recovery. The hardship of expectations is different than the hardship of learning a new normal. The hardship of fear is different than the hardship of discovery.