momentary miracles

Subtitle: How I Was Reduced To Tears By Peas

This past week has been a trial for me. 

I sprained my ankle [maybe a story for another time] and was on crutches for a few days,

and now I'm in the process of weaning myself off of them.

Which is painful. And difficult with a very active and tantrum-prone toddler.

Said toddler has also been finicky with food for a few months.

He will love certain foods and then spurn them the next day.

One night he couldn't get enough cooked carrots.

The next time we had them, I offered him one, which naturally sent him into a screaming fit.

Fruit in its natural form? Heck no.

Raw veggies? Get away.

We were in the garden the other day, and I offered him some peas

and he promptly flailed on the ground yelling and crying.

This morning Bo woke up at 6:15am. 

Almost two hours earlier than normal.

Which means we're in for a cranky morning.

Which means I get discouraged by how impatient I am.

Sure enough, mid-morning and it's muggy and raining and Bo is sweating and angry.

After unsuccessful attempts to read, play with his basketball, play with Legos, etc, etc...

I scooped him up and plopped him in front of the fan in his room.

We sat quietly, my heart racing, jaw clenched, beseeching the Lord for peace.

After a few moments, Bo got up and toddled away toward the screened porch.

I watched his little legs and bare back and thought about a year ago.

Days away from boarding a plane to meet this unknown baby boy.

I grabbed my camera and followed him to the porch. 

Grandma had left some pea pods out there, and Bo wandered over to them.

He picked one up, and I showed him how to open it.

 I popped a pea into my mouth as Bo watched.

And without any prompting, I watched as he followed suit.

 And then he crawled up on my lap.

Sticky hands. The ever-present drool. Bits of pea stuck here & there.

Momentary miracles in the middle of the ordinary and even frustrating.

Tiny pictures of God's grace and reminders that I am blessed beyond measure.