Forgive and Let Go (among other things)

Today I had the pleasure of hearing an awesome message at Southland Christian Church. He talked about being forgiving and said something that will forever stick in my mind. It has made such an impression that I talked to my friend about it afterwards over lunch, and I shared it with my mom and husband after my son and I came home since they didn't get to go with me this morning. Our pastor said, "You will never have to forgive someone as much as God has forgiven you". This is so true. I have to be honest and say I have never looked at it that way and it made me think. I have never been one to hold a long grudge, but I have held grudges in the past. Today it was pointed out to me that God fogives me, what makes me think I can't forgive someone else? Who am I to make that decision that they shouldn't be forgiven, but I should be? I'm thankful for today's message and am excited to do what he shared with us today. He said for us to say this week, "Today is my chance". It's my chance to forgive and let go.

I've also been battling another issue when we go to church. Lukas is 17 months old and hasn't really been around a room full of children, ever. Whenever he's around other kids it's one or two, that's it. The past four church visits, he's either cried or I've had to be called to the nursery. He's such a great baby, but is having some seperation anxiety, which he hasn't had before. This morning I found myself telling the nursery worker, "we're back," I then proceeded to have a nervous giggle and said, "call me if you need me." As I sat through the service each time a number flashed across the nursery screen (they give you a number when you check in, which will forever be your number, if it flashes they need you), my stomach tied in knots. Thankfully, my number didn't get called this week. As I walked up the stairs I hear my son out in the hallway (I thought, oh gosh what happened). This week they said he was just tired so he cried a lot, but he was happy to see me. Honestly, on top of it being nap time (it was 1pm), I think we are dealing with seperation anxiety! Of course, I think if I were him I would be upset too if I realized I didn't know anyone in the room and mommy wasn't with me anymore. Here's a picture of my babyboy, no matter how big he grows, he will always be my baby :)

Last weekend my husband had some work friends over for the two big games that ended up being busts for us Kentucky fans. We will always stand by our boys though in this household! Anyway, my husband picked up some pretty cupcakes decorated in blue and white and sat them on the table. I was in the living room picking up and getting things ready for his friends to come over when I hear something fall in the kitchen. It didn't sound like a chair, nor glass, but like something plastic. It was. The twelve cupcakes my hubby, Matt, bought the night before was now lying on the kitchen floor. That isn't all I found. Lukas had hurriedly (note this all happened in a 30 second period), took a cupcake and shoved some of in his mouth. Not only was it on and in his mouth, but a handprint of blue was on the kitchen chair and on my rug. I couldn't help but to laugh and tell him how funny he was. I love being a mom, there is nothing like it! I'm sure this is just the begining of many "clean ups" I'll be doing with my baby boy!

Always, Kari