Let Go, and Let God

Ever find yourself so worried and so consumed in something that it bleeds to every area of your life?

And waiting is the worst, isn't it?! You could take whatever was given to you, so long as you didn't have to wait for it. Sheesh. That's totally me right now.

I called my mom (I love that I can call my Mom, or my step-Mom Susan at any given time to discuss the depths of my soul, they are great listeners).

My patient mom said "Suzy! What was Christ doing during the big storm at sea while on the boat with his disciples? SLEEPING. Now you let go of this."

Then she quoted a poem (click HERE) about how worries will always be there, but our babies grow up, and they leave the house one day. They should be the ones consuming us.

So I dropped it all, and put Tanner in his mosquito proof PJs (long sleeved etc-- and yes it probably was 100 degrees out), and we went out together. Hunter was at school.

We picked up leaves of all different shapes and sizes on the trail, and flipped them over one by one, and pointed out the veins on them. I kept grabbing the biggest ones I could find and put them in his little fingers. He would respond by finding the tiniest ones, and laugh and put them in my hands.

Then we sang songs on the trail back home after looking at the goldfish. He loved Old McDonald. It made me hungry for french fries. When we got home, we sat on the counter top together and had some fruit and water. I spent most of the time mimicking him, and he would just bust a gut laughing.

So here's the message to you:
"So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."

Or my mom's version for me:
"So quiet down robberies, and mold go to sleep,
Go play with Tanner, 'cause Tanner don't keep."

**side note: no, my house hasn't gotten broken into.