We have just returned from a week in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York visiting family. It was the baby's first plane ride, and she did great. She got to meet two of her Aunties, lots of cousins and friends. She loved being around people. Her little personality is starting to take shape. It's truely a joy to be the mommy of such a sweet girl. It's so surreal that she came out of my belly- a little person!
Living far away from family makes me really appreciate the times we do get to spend together. I especially liked being in the house my hubby grew up, out in the country. It was so peaceful compared to Orlando! I began reading a book about prayer, and have been greatly encouraged. One of the things that really jumped out at me was that God doesn't require eloquent prayer, but that He tells us to come as "little children." So often, I've neglected prayer because I think I don't have time or brain function at the moment to compose a "worthy enough" prayer that is more than a laundry list of wants.
Spending time with family was great, getting to see them in their element, hearing what was on their hearts, watching what makes them tick. It was fun watching Joe joking around all week with his sisters and dad. I do wish I had a closeness with my family. I suppose it's a work in progress. What I really long for is Christian fellowship with my family. Between both sides of the family, there are quite a few variances in religion and faith. I love talking about the Bible and sharing my testimony, but I have come to realize that no amount of talking on my part can change a person's heart and turn them into a Christian. God is the one who is in the heart business, and the miracle business. So my life is a witness- an imperfect one.
Back at home, it's easy to get into my routine, and become self-absorbed (as I almost always am). I like being at home with the baby, and doing stuff around the house, being quiet, coming and going as I please. But I'm feeling a tug at my heart to get more connected with family- starting by praying for them. Now that I have my own little family, I wonder what legacy I will leave behind- I wonder what my daughter will remember most fondly about her childhood.
