Sweet-pea Scented Difficult Days
Hormones swinging out, then chase right back in;
Each baby brings with him this offering.
Emotions climb up high, then calm back down,
Our newborn cries, we nurse, but dare not drown.
But sometimes we do, and then wipe our eyes
Blow our nose, and go turn off the house lights
Succumb to sleep, two hours at a time
Waking to sing one. More. Time. "baby mine."
A new day starts, then twelve more pass at once
Did I shower? Shave? Or ever stop for lunch?
How can I be so elated and sad?
Those hormones, sleep, and food would make me glad.
But sometimes they don't, 'cause sometimes they can't.
Today, tomorrow, blend together in a rant
About the ugly and the true. But O!
O, O, O! Let us breath and know, know, know,
The spit up covered glory of each day.
Sweet pea scented, baby powder dusted,
glorious reflection of swaddled grace
Turned up to receive our love, face to face.
And sometimes we do stop, to smell the truth.
The roses, posies, sweet pea scented truth
Of love, tucked deep in the baby wrinkles
Where tears of joy and exhaustion mingle.
It's been five years since I experienced those sleepless nights, where days with many little ones blended one into the next. But I've come to realize that when we grow out of one challenging season, there is another challenge ready for us to transition into. Sometimes we have seasons of reprieve, but not for long, for God loves to stretch and perfect, and that is done best in the hard. Challenges and struggles and stretching are all God ordained. Ordained to refine and transform us into a more honest reflection of Himself.
Through Christ who gives us strength.