Why God Made Little Girls

When I was a little girl, I had a print hanging in my room that said something about why God made little girls. I have no idea how it read, but realized today why He did.

When I decided that I was going to blog it was going to be a lengthy story about how everyone should feel sorry for me today because of all I've done and endured with a sick child, husband being out of town, managing to take care of picking up McClendon, finishing laundry that didn't get done over the weekend and everything else that every mom out there has done probably a hundred times over. However, I became convicted about my pathetic attitude toward every blessing in my life.

You know, I was reminded 6 months ago that I, and only I, am ever going to know what it is like to carry my children inside me for 9 whole months. And, I am the only one who will ever know the true joy and closeness that I felt to God when I gave birth to each of them. Although it's the hardest job I've ever had, I am the only person who will ever know what it's like to be the mother to my two precious children. How quickly I must have forgotten these tender moments.

So, I asked myself....would I really rather be spending two days out of town playing golf (or shopping would be my choice)? Would I really rather get in another workout this week? Would I really rather have someone else take care of my child when he/she is sick? Do I really wish I didn't have to wash all of these bottles every day? Do I really wish I could just be at work so I could get off of my feet for a few minutes?

Then I considered the answers. If I did, would that mean that the other 363 days out of the year wouldn't be spent with my best friend? Would it mean that I couldn't hear him tell Kendal how beautiful she is? If I did, would that mean that I would not hear my daughter laugh until she got the hiccups because my son was jumping from rug to rug in the bathroom? Or, would it mean I wouldn't get to feel her sweet head rest on my shoulder because she couldn't get comfortable to sleep? Would it mean that I couldn't sing the Texas Tech fight song every time my son "runs out of the wocker room" (even if it's 30 times every Saturday)? If so, I don't want to change anything about today or any other day.

"She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: 'Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.' Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." Proverbs 31:27-30

I'm sure most of you thought this post would be about Kendal. Well, in a way it is, I pray that someday she will be able to feel the love of God through her own children and recognize how much He has in store for her. I pray that I may always fear the Lord and that He will continue to remind me of my blessings and convict me when I become aggravated with them.

I love these two sweeties and their dad more than life itself!