Then I got married and I was so relieved to leave the family I grew up with and embark on an adventure with my new husband...just the two of us, taking on the world! But life has a way of knocking you back into reality. It was only 2 months into our marriage that we discovered we were pregnant, and nothing brings your family to your door faster than a baby announcement...whether you want them at your door or not!
My super-independent self wanted no help or advice from my family. I could do this on my own! Until we lost the baby, and I needed more help and support than I realized.
I can't do married life on my own. I can't do parenthood on my own. I can't even do a whole week of just living on my own!
I haven't been very good at accepting help from my family. Especially when I once thought I would be better off without them. But the Lord is teaching me that although they may not be perfect (see last post) they love me and are trying to show me just how much in the best way possible. When I turn down their offers to help or encourage I dishonor them and discourage them from using their gifts. Even Moses, who was called the friend of God and who led millions of his people out of Egypt, had the support and advice of his father-in-law, Jethro (Exodus 17). And the help of his older brother Aaron (Exodus 18). As I've learned to let go and let my family in, they have brought the depth and richness of their experiences and personalities into my marriage and my new little family.
|With her Uncle 'Miah and Daddy|