Thirteen months is not long. Thirteen months separating two children seems like a week at best. My husband and I, the consummate overachieving planners, were excited when our planned bundle of joy, Zachary Steele Williams, came home precisely seven years, two master’s degrees, one home and two cars after we said, "I do."
Had we driven the grandparents a little nutty while we “waited” for the perfect time to have a baby? Yes. However, they restrained their fountains of wisdom and constant eye-rolling and allowed us to rest in our divine plan.
Almighty God has a way of showing us that our best laid plans can be flipped in a nano second if they do not coincide with His. Much to the amusement of every, single soul who knew us, our wonderful, belly-laughing, giggle box of a baby girl, Mackenzie Paige Williams, surprised us thirteen months later. Two babies.
We are so thankful for video, because the first three years were straight up survival. Throw in a brand new career not on the radar, an unexpected gig as a stay-at-home mama, major sleep deprivation, and short tempers; let’s just say there were times I couldn’t see past the next feeding, diaper change, and tantrum. As we embraced the terrible twos and the even worse (no one tells you about) independent threes, I came up with a new phrase to get attention of my two precious charges.
“Hold my face.”
This was akin to a “stop, drop, and roll” command. Everything fell out of greedy, chubby hands and promptly, ten sticky, slobbery fingers would grab both sides of my face. This was how I got their full attention. Eyelash to eyelash, the teachable moment, whatever it was, would occur and life could go on.
They didn’t always like it. They didn’t always obey. But there were always consequences.
It wasn’t until many years later when I came out of what I like to call the “baby fog” years, that it struck me this is how God gets my attention. The difference is it takes me a while to “hear” Him say it, and then follow through with His request. Sometimes it requires Him to take whatever my distraction is away before I will obediently put both hands on His face, and only then am I eyelash to eyelash with the One who sees me. The One who loves me enough to stop me in my tracks, pursue me and give me a redirect that I cannot ignore. This is the story of my childhood, my teenage/college years, my twenties, thirties, and real time now.
My Galatians 5 journey isn’t meant to be a journal, but more of a “you are not alone” reminder.
Abba is the ultimate parent, wiser than all of us how-to-book consuming-GenX-parents put together. I love that about Him.
The Galatians 5 challenge is all about pursuing one fruit during 2016. Mine is peace and through the telling of my story I hope to share a little of what this journey looks like for me. I invite you to join me.
Galatians 5:22-23 The Message
But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.