Levi James and I made a trip this morning to his pediatrician for his 2 month well baby visit. He's growing....already 13 pounds(66th percentile) and has grown 3 inches since his 2 week appt putting him in the 77th percentile. So thankful for pictures so I can actually remember that newborn body that just doesn't last long enough.
In addition, he received 4 vaccines...one of those by mouth....so three sticks in those itty bitty legs. Enough to make me cry right along with him. As I sat there across from the nurse holding this 13 pound fella in my lap, I thought about how dependent and completely trusting he is. He hadn't a clue what was about to send him into a weeping fit, but he made it through that season of pain, and is once again, smiling and cooing at his mama this very minute.
While I may not be headed into a "weeping fit," I certainly may be faced with challenging circumstances in which case I must trust...completely. Wholeheartedly. Without reservation. If my God's eye is on the tiny sparrow, I absolutely know He's watching over me.
Father, I trust you with my life. You are my portion...a constant friend indeed.