My Little Primate

I cannot contain the monkey instincts in that girl. She can wiggle effortlessly out of anyone's grasp. She can climb ANYTHING. She will find a way to explore, to touch, to experiment, and to fulfill her heart's desires.

At times, I just have laugh. Even after endlessly removing her from the top of my dresser or from inside the sink, or from the top of the piano. I have to laugh at her tenacity and her uncanny abilities. The other day, at nap time, she was climbing in and out of her crib, bringing new toys in to play with.

She is feisty. She is indefatigable. She is adventurous.

She is my monkey girl.

So Very Much to Learn

I find myself crying out again. Broken, humble, unsure.

At such a low, my need draws my gaze upward and I am reminded

He is here.

Not only is he here, but this is His, if I will hand it over.

Self-pity overtakes and I wonder why I'm the only one (it would seem) fighting this battle; why this; why me? But in the midst of worrying my half-prayers and speaking my concerns, I begin to let. it. go. And I realize I have so very much to learn.

The prayers become earnest, trusting, true. And then, a peace. Not a resolution, but a clarity.

This battle is ongoing, and I can see that victory will not be decisive, abrupt, but a looking-back-from-down-the-road, and realizing that we made it through and that, just as He told me, everything did, indeed, turn out for our good.