I surfed an emotional wave today.
A few times, I wondered how my patience could be increased enough to effectively love an emotional and highly reactive two year old and meet the needs of a baby who is still not feeling completely well and, thus, needs lots of nursing and cuddling. The demands swelled to tsunami size: a toddler's poopy diaper and aggression; the newborn's upset tummy and comfort nursing. I felt like the wave would never peak.
I prayed for patience.
And God was gracious; just as I thought I couldn't stay on my board and ride the wave one minute longer, He provided sand under my feet.
How could I not feel love swell up in my heart?