About an hour later as we were eating dinner, we watched his Mommy & Daddy come down from the large tree in the middle of our backyard. They fed him, loved on him, and tried to get him to fly. The boys sat with their dinner staring out the back window for about an hour. It was so beautiful to watch these parents do all that they could to help their little baby. It was as they did that Matt explained to the children how our new little friend was in God's hands. God could decide for him to heal or he could decide another fate for him.
That day had been particularly hard for me. Do you ever have those days? You are trying so hard but everything is going wrong and every time you leave the room a new fight breaks out, a spill happens, or someone runs into the dining room table unexpectedly. But it was in that moment of watching this sweet little family that I was reminded...we feed them, teach them, rock them to sleep, play with them...we pour our hearts out knowing that ultimately they aren't our children, they are His, and they are in His hands. They are ours for such a short time and it is up to the Father how long that will be.
The next couple days did not seem to get better. One began like this...
But I have learned that all the chaos isn't that important especially when the days also include this...
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