As a follow up to yesterday . . . .

I go into work early on Wednesdays and Thursdays so that Mark can look after Ryder and then work later in the day. So this morning, I was getting ready in the bathroom and listening to Ezzy move around his crib (he’s in the rotating stage where you lay him down in one direction and in the morning he’s who knows where in the crib). Usually when one boy is awake, he will wake up the other. Sure enough, Ryde starts in with his “Mommy!” “Mom!” Then today it changed to “Daddy!” “Dad!” I heard Mark slowly get out of bed and head into Ryder’s room. Next thing I know a small boy with a very cute face and near perfect hair is carried into the bathroom. He greets me with a smile and a “Hi Mom.” Then he leans over and rests his forehead on mine. Moments like these make you glad that you’re losing yourself. They make death to self (also known as flesh, selfishness, sin, etc.) seem not painful at all. πŸ™‚ They make you feel hopeful that you are a good mom and your son is learning and growing. He is a sweet boy.

And if we rewind just a bit, while I was showering this morning and praying for the day, I thought of the old Darrell Evans song. This song is not my favorite, but the lyrics have always stuck with me. They always remind me of what we can choose, and so before I even started my day, I had already chosen joy. Rydey just confirmed that I made a good choice. πŸ˜‰

(I insert whatever my trial is for the word “sorrow”) –

I’m trading my sorrow
I’m trading my shame
I’m laying it down for the joy of the Lord

I’m trading my sickness
I’m trading my pain
I’m laying it down for the joy of the Lord

Chorus:
And we say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord
Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord
Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord Amen

I’m pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned
Struck down but not destroyed
I’m blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure
And his joy’s gonna be my strength

Though the sorrow may last for the night
His joy comes with the morning

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