I want to write a few posts about my babies' birthdays recently, but I feel like something needs to be said beforehand.
These children aren't mine. I have been reminded of this recently with a few acquaintances/friends losing their precious bundles before they would expect. It's reminded me of how much I don't deserve this life that I have. Three healthy children whom I carried to term and have lived to be 6 years old without any major issues is simply miraculous. And I didn't even do everything right. I probably drank too much coffee during my pregnancies and gained too much weight. I probably let my babies cry too much and didn't feed them the right foods at the right time. I know I haven't watched them every second to make sure they don't swallow something dangerous (googly eye incident).
It is purely God's grace that we have these three children, these three blessings. God may take them from me at any time, no matter what I do or how I try to protect them. This, of course, doesn't mean I take any chances, but my faith is not in what I do to protect them from harm, but it is in Jesus.
I write this partly to remind myself. It's hard not to put faith in my own efforts.