Faith, Hope and Love

A friend of mine was out-of-sorts. Her well-planned, perfectly-orchestrated life was falling down around her. Her personal life was in shambles, her job was in jeopardy and she was on the verge of a mental collapse. I prayed with her and talked to her about faith. Ironically, my meditation for this morning was from I Corinthians 3, which talks about faith hope and love. In thinking about these three, I realized what a strong role each plays in my life.

I’m feeling quite introspective lately, so I’m dragging you – friends of this blog – through it with me.

Part I – Love

This weekend was H-O-T in Seattle. Like 80s and 90s hot. That may not sound bad to my Texan and Oklahoman friends, but in a place where central A/C is not standard that is hawt!

Normally, on hot days like this, I will turn on the window fan in Baby K’s room at about 4pm and let the breeze from the lake work on cooling her room down. That way, by the time she’s ready for bed at 8pm or so, we can be in there comfortably and she can be swaddled without sweating to death.

Yesterday, we were at the zoo all day and didn’t get home until near 7. I turned on the fan right away, but knew it would be hours before the room cooled down. So, we started our bedtime ritual and when she was ready for the crib, I stripped her down and lay her in there. She slept in fits and starts (because she wasn’t swaddled) but I stayed in the room with her so that I could shhhh her back to sleep whenever she woke up.

Finally, near 9, the sun started its decent behind the ridge and the lake breeze was able to replace the hot stuffiness in her room with coolness. I swaddled the baby and put her to sleep. Then for the next 30 minutes, I was sticking my nose in her room to make sure it didn’t get too cool in there.

To make an already too long story short, I slept on the floor in front of my baby’s crib because I wanted to make sure it wasn’t too cold or too hot for her. I woke up as needed through the night adjusting the fan level, cracking and closing the blinds and gently touching her ears and shoulders to make sure she wasn’t cold or hot.

What little sleep I got was restful and I woke up at 5 feeling ready for the day. Not because a one-blanket pallet on the floor was particularly comfortable, but because I knew Baby K was safe and sleeping well.

That, my friends, is what love looks like. If you would have asked me 5 years ago if I loved someone enough to sleep on the floor at their feet just because I would have looked at you like crazy.

Up next… Part II - Hope

Just checkin in!

Geez Louise! It's been month since I've written. I would like to say its because I'm very busy with motherhood, work, business and married life.

The truth is, the weather has been gorgeous and Seattleites can't bear to waste any daylight hours inside (the sun actually doesn't set here until after 9PM).

Anyhoo! Don't worry, there's something a-brewing in the Fuller camp (and its not another baby...yet). Details to follow.

Happy Birthday, DaVida!