(Again, this is one that I started on Friday and hadn’t gotten around to posting until now)

Sitting here on the couch in my living room, 7:00 feels like midnight. Pax and I are going to a party later, so I’ve put him to bed early so that he won’t miss an opportunity to entertain in a couple of hours. He is much better at parties than I am…what a strange realization to have about an eleven month old. Babies may be the most unpredictable of all humanity, but there are a few things that I know to be true about P, like that he prefers his deli meats for lunch, not dinner, or that telling him “no” is the equivalent of begging him to do something. He’s one strong-willed little dude and I have no doubt that he’s going to be one of those kids that never says no to a challenge. I recognize many of his character traits as ones that I too possess so I know that this journey is going to (at the very least) be an interesting one.

When I was younger, I spent a lot of time comparing myself to my big sister. I was absolutely convinced that my parents loved her more because she was more inclined to follow the rules. Even though Paxton and I are beginning to face some challenges in the way of obedience (to the extent that he can comprehend at less than a year), there isn’t a thing that I would change about him. And I feel like I can make this statement with certainty, having had another baby as a roommate for a few months. I also finally understand that my parents were never trying to mold me into something else either, they simply didn’t know WHAT to do with me from time to time. And so my prayer for Paxton to have a teachable spirit begins…

Anyways, it took a lot of straightening out in my head before I realized that God wasn’t trying to make me into someone else either. I only recently discovered that not only does the Lord cherish my bold (for lack of a better term) spirit but He also has a much better idea of what to do with it than I do. If you’ve been exposed to the stereotypical Christian youth group as many times as I have, you as well might be under the impression that God only has a heart for a certain mold of person. I pray for the expulsion of this lie.

Ephesians 2:10:

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

Because I wrote this a few days ago, I feel as though I can't quite "end" it with much resolution since the moment has come and gone, but I can sign off with assurance that I will post again soon, as my weekend (and the week thus far) was full of little revelations and such.

To restoration and a really good cup of tea,

Lauren