Be Thou Humble

Today was "one of those days". One of those, "why did I decide to give up a career and be a stay at home mom?" days. One of those "My pants seriously don't fit?" days. One of those "I really can't quit crying and I'm not sure why, but if I don't find out soon I'm gonna gouge my eyes out" days.

I was just about to pull my hair out, and then I heard a song called "Every Breath" by Jenny Phillips. The words to the first few verses and chorus go like this:

His hands are catching your tears

And even without any words, He hears

You feel so far, but he's right where you are and He knows

Every Breath

Every pain

He knows your heart and He knows your name

Giver of life, light in your soul.

Oh, come home,come rest

Let Him bless

your every breath

Silence your voice and be still

And even without any words, you will feel

You think you are far, but He lives in your heart and He knows

Every breath

Every pain

He knows your heart and He knows your name

Giver of life, light in your soul

Oh, come home, come rest

Let Him Bless

Your every breath

I realized that I gave up my career to stay at home with my girl because I love her and in the long run, I will be more fulfilled and happy as a mom than as anything else. I realized that I don't fit into my pants because I'm so lucky and blessed and happy to be pregnant. I realized that I can't quit crying because sometimes you just need to get it all out, and atleast I have an avenue to do that. (hormones may have played a small part too)

And, so, here I am grateful that I was humbled by a song. Grateful for the bad days becuase without them, we don't appreciate the good ones. Grateful for a merciful God who knows and loves me in spite of my serious, serious weakness and catches my tears even when I'm too caught up in life to get on my knees.