"Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice." Psalm 63:7
"Shadow of thy wings"
I smile every time I read that. Shadow of thy wings. We have clearly been in the shadow of his wings. And we are rejoicing. It is an incredible feeling.
Jay and I were discussing the other day that regardless of what God has planned for our family in the future, we will look back on these days with fondness...with happiness. Yes, it is hard at times. Yes, we still have days that are more difficult than others. But it is also a happy time for our little family. The girls are playing more cordially with each other than they have been for the past few weeks. We laugh and sing and tell knock-knock jokes and spend a lot of the day in our bathing suits running through sprinklers and slip-n-slides. Nathan is growing and developing wonderful skills each and every day. It has been heart-warming to see him strengthen in different areas. He's such a happy little boy and is just enjoying the day from the moment he wakes until he is fast asleep for the night.
Amidst the current circumstances regarding Nathan in the sometimes frustrating period of waiting and wondering, we are indeed happy. And that happiness is only because our God has placed us in the shadow of his wings. Again, a thought and feeling that can only put a smile on our faces.Nathan's physical therapist was simply elated to see the incredible progress he has made since she last saw him 2 weeks ago. She just kept saying "Look at him! Wow! Look at him!" Now that Nate has made such an incredible improvement in the top half of his trunk area, we are now having to put a lot of our work into the bottom half: his hips. We are hoping to help loosen his hips over the next few weeks with exercises and a contraption that makes him look like the Little Mermaid without the shell top. Our therapists are also walking us through some red tape with our state's "children's medical services" to hopefully get Nate funded for some additional occupational therapy to help some of the fine motor skills he is lagging a little behind on.He is doing well. He smiles and laughs and loves to be the center of attention. I love seeing the way he reacts to people and learns more and more each day. I love the way his "coos" change when he is clearly ready to be finished with whatever therapy we are doing with him at the time. I love taking time to just rock him and rub that fuzzy head of his. And I even love turning my head to my left shoulder (aka: the burping shoulder) and inhaling the smell of the sour milk that seems to be my everyday perfume these days. I love watching him sleep...with is left thumb in his mouth and his right hand resting on his head. I love this little man in our lives.
Yes, these are happy days.