When your baby is actually a baby, naps are really important. A baby needs lots of sleep. It's a bonus for the parents because when the baby rests, we get to rest, too. When your babies aren't so much babies anymore, rest time is really not for the kid at all. It's totally for the parents. That's where I'm at today.
This morning started with high emotions and hasn't gotten much better. We're at the tail end of a week holiday and Monday morning is like the light at the end of the tunnel. There are those moments of sweetness, moments of "ahhh, our children are radiantly glorious" but their shininess quickly fades when the tattling and arguing over who Ken and Barbie belong to, begins. I know, I know they grow up too fast, cherish these moments, blah, blah, blah. I usually feel those things once they're peacefully asleep.
So, on to other, more uplifting thoughts. I've been thinking so much about the exploitation of women and children. Actually, I guess this isn't uplifting at all. I remember the first time I learned about women and children being bought and abused in the sex trade and it really was an innocence lost for me. I've never gotten over it. A friend and I were discussing all this the other day and as I ranted about how God should really step up and do something, she reminded me that he has. He gave the world the Church. So that got me thinking about my response. Why has God given me such a burden that I lie awake at night thinking about the injustice done to the innocent children that are being filmed and then watched by perverse people all around the planet? I can guarantee you that at this moment there is a child being sexually abused. Most likely it is a relative or a personal friend of the family. My friend is right. The church is the answer to the hurting, perverse world around us. Christ loves that perverse man even stronger than I want to hate him.
I know I need to do something. Pray that I'll know what that something is.
This morning started with high emotions and hasn't gotten much better. We're at the tail end of a week holiday and Monday morning is like the light at the end of the tunnel. There are those moments of sweetness, moments of "ahhh, our children are radiantly glorious" but their shininess quickly fades when the tattling and arguing over who Ken and Barbie belong to, begins. I know, I know they grow up too fast, cherish these moments, blah, blah, blah. I usually feel those things once they're peacefully asleep.
So, on to other, more uplifting thoughts. I've been thinking so much about the exploitation of women and children. Actually, I guess this isn't uplifting at all. I remember the first time I learned about women and children being bought and abused in the sex trade and it really was an innocence lost for me. I've never gotten over it. A friend and I were discussing all this the other day and as I ranted about how God should really step up and do something, she reminded me that he has. He gave the world the Church. So that got me thinking about my response. Why has God given me such a burden that I lie awake at night thinking about the injustice done to the innocent children that are being filmed and then watched by perverse people all around the planet? I can guarantee you that at this moment there is a child being sexually abused. Most likely it is a relative or a personal friend of the family. My friend is right. The church is the answer to the hurting, perverse world around us. Christ loves that perverse man even stronger than I want to hate him.
I know I need to do something. Pray that I'll know what that something is.