February 2, 2012
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Here I am sitting on the floor, at 2:15 a.m., next to my son's favorite spot in the whole house- the makeshift changing table on the bench at the foot of our bed. After 2 hours of trying to convince him that the cozy bassinet (which came with soothing vibrations and sounds) would be more comfortable. Or the awesome baby fort I made for him on Brandon's side of the bed would work for sleep. I know that allowing your infant to sleep in the bed with you is sometimes frowned upon, but I also know the motto of a few of my mom friends is "Do what you gotta do". Don't worry- Eli refused the baby fort, along with his bassinet, his swing, play gym, or anything else I thoughtfully picked out for him. My plans to make him comfortable with all these things has gone by the wayside. So I've decided to give in and sit here vigilantly, my hand is resting lightly on his chest to make sure he doesn't decide to topple over, and listen to his little baby noises expressing delight, interest, and contentment with watching the shadows on the ceiling.
As I sit here I begin to realize the lesson my son is teaching me. It's the same thing that Ginny, Brandon, and so many other in my life have. He's teaching me that I can't plan for everything, because those plans will not always work. That the best plan I can have is to trust God's plan, and know that He is here next to us making sure we don't topple over.
Touche, Eli. Thanks for the lesson.