The clock struck nine and I pulled myself out of bed to wake up ender. Then Cora, and finally Zander. Ender stuck with me in the waking world. Zander and Cora dozed another hour or so. I don't know how these two find rest with Ender and I clanging around the house. The clouds in the sky drifted in time with their breathing. It seemed our whole little world was content being calm.
And yet... I still fear. I fear unhealthiness, sleeplessness, 'uncreativeness', uselessness, unhappiness, and the -nesses roll on and on.
Having another baby I find myself having to declare my allegiance again to Jesus and not things of this world. Though, being a mother is the most fulfilling role I could ever being given on this earth; it also gets very much attacked by lies.
Before I find my groove once again, I want to dig my roots further down into the good stuff of Jesus. Only He can carry me through the baby blues, sleepless night, lonely seasons, and relationship challenges. He is my dearest treasure and companion.