Faith Is Like a Little Seed....

...if planted it will grow.

I decided that this years goal, was to grow my faith in, and my relationship with Christ.  It will not always been an easy task.  Life is hard, and it is easy to be pessimistic in this messed up world we live in.

My goal, and I am hoping I don't fail too often, is to write about something that strengthened my life, or my relationship with Christ every day.  I am hoping if I make myself write down each day, something that I was blessed with, that I will notice more, and that my faith will grow this year....

So...

Day 1: To be honest, this hasn't been the greatest day, or the best start to the new year.  I am sick, and I am exhausted beyond words.  Adam started the night shift this week, and it has been hard on everyone.  Clearly on him the most, but we have all suffered.  The kids are fussy, and want Dad, and I am fussy, and want him too.  Today, they ripped apart the living room, and Wyatt dumped an entire jumbo bag of sunflower seeds on the floor, and kept throwing them in the air, and all over the living room.  While I was near tears, and trying to contain myself before completely losing my cool, I watched him with pure joy on his face, saying "whoosh! whoosh!" when he let the seeds "rain down" on him.  It was then I realized how much he has grown, how much he has blossomed this past month.  He has had a hard 18 months.  He has struggled in every way possible, and his development has been lacking.  I have worried about him constantly, and been sick and sleepless about him for 18 months.  This past month, he just blossomed, and caught up in many ways.  He still has many struggles ahead, but his development has sky rocketed! He is finally wanting to discover his world, and finds joy in it.  His speech is developing better, and to watch him associate the right word, with the right action fills me with joy.  Although it's been an impossibly hard day, and I want to cry when I think about the mess I face alone after they finally go to bed tonight, it fills my heart with hope for him, when I see him have fun, speak, laugh, play, and interact with his sister.  That hope stems from the faith I have clung to since his birth, that he would be ok, and that in the end, it would all be for the best.  I am grateful that I was touched by the spirit to see such growth in him tonight, instead of anger.