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Raising Tiny Humans Is Hard

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I Didn’t Believe in Jesus Until I Had My First Baby

I didn’t believe in Jesus until I had my first baby.

I thought I did, and in fact, others thought I did too. But what I believed in was intellectual knowledge of Jesus. I knew the Bible. I knew the tenants of my church. But I didn’t know Him.

The phrase “personal relationship with Jesus” often makes me cringe because I fear it puts off some who are interested in securing that very life-giving thing. It is, however, an apt phrase. After all, you can have a lot of theoretical knowledge about a person and love what you know, but you can become very disillusioned after meeting face to face. Head knowledge and heart knowledge are not the same things. Before I was a parent, I had head knowledge of Jesus. When I became a parent, my heart discovered Jesus.

God, in his omnipotent brilliance, designed us to be parents so we can be reflections of him. As parents, we can get a glimpse of who he really is, and how much he truly loves us.

When I had my first baby, Clara, I was crazy in love. I forgot about everything but her. Aided by my post-partum surging hormones, I would fight sleep simply to watch her sleep. I’d smell her, brush her non-existent hair, and bite off her little fingernails with my teeth so she wouldn’t scratch herself. I simply could not cope with the bottomless love I had for her — I had never felt anything like it before.

When Clara was about a week old, I was in her nursery, rocking her and reveling in her very nearness. I remember bending down to kiss her little downy head, thinking: “I can’t believe I have this beautiful little girl, and she’s mine, all mine!”

That’s when God set me straight. I don’t often hear God’s voice audibly — often his voice seems muffled and distant. But there have been a handful of times that I’ve heard His voice as clearly as if he were sitting beside me, and this was the first of those times. God said to me, “No, Clara is mine. She belongs to me. I made her, and she’s mine.”

School Principal Slams Dad for Taking Kids on Family Vacation—& His Response Is Perfect

This dad responded to her salty email with pure class—and his points are pretty hard to argue with.

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Yeah, yeah, we know. Sleepless nights, whether they’re two months old or twenty-one, and whatnot. But it’s not just the snotty noses wiped on your shirt or the mounds of laundry that multiply prior to folding.

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"I promise you that there is not a SINGLE one of your yoga doing, Pinterest worthy birthday party throwing, organic snack feeding, no dark circles under their eyes Mamas that have it together ALL the time."