Living out of His pleasure

The sun was shining in the window as I held our newest little blessing in my lap and fed her a bottle. I could hear my two-year-old crying in her crib, while my three-year-old softly tried to talk sense to her from her bed across the room. (It's hilarious to overhear, but that's a whole other topic.) I looked up at the clock and my heart sank. "Late again," I thought. "Poor girls... When will I get the timing of the morning down? No wonder Avi is so upset." As usual, I felt like kicking myself. Two weeks of this, and I still don't have it down.... A gentle nudge from within stopped me from going any further down that path. "Do you really expect to be mistake free?" // The last couple of weeks have been uncomfortable for me as I learn the ropes of endless paperwork, visits, communication with people involved in the foster care system, court dates and building a relationship with the baby's biological family. It would certainly be a lo...