Meet Me at the Sink

I’m embarrassed to say I haven’t opened my Bible much this month. Beyond the Scripture I have memorized, I haven’t had God’s Word in front of me.

I haven’t had much sleep since my baby was born. My house has a lot of dirt and there is stuff sitting on the counters always, and if you know me at all, I hate things not being put away.

Every time I think about doing a devotion or grabbing my Bible, the baby cries or the phone rings, or I walk halfway there and my mind blanks forgetting what I was going to do in the first place. But one thing I have remembered is to pray.

I’m not sure I have stopped praying since the moment my baby boy was laid on my chest. My routine and any resemblance of order have been thrown out the window, but one thing I can do normally, if not more than ever, is to pray and be in constant communication with the Father who gifted us the little blessing currently sleeping on my chest as I type.

My days right now are a revolving door of feeding the baby, changing diapers, rocking, heading to appointments, cleaning bottles/dishes, washing clothes/burp cloths/sheets, and anything else this little dude needs. We operate in three hour cycles right now and the order repeats itself. When I think about sleeping, the feeding schedule comes much sooner than what I thought. I never know how things might go either, but one thing I can count on is that I will probably be crying at some point during the day.

I did lots of research on baby gear, took an online class to prepare for birth, read up on baby safety, and bookmarked tips on how to survive the fourth trimester. In preparing, you know it will be hard and frustrating at times, but until you are in it, you never know what it truly will be like.

So, while I wash bottles and pump parts for the millionth time at the sink, I stare out the window and pray. I pray when I’m desperate, sleep deprived, thankful for all the sweet moments, and when things do go right. I pray through the tears when I feel like I’m not worthy to be a mom or when I can’t fix a problem, feeling like a failure. I pray through the tears as I read Love You Forver to my baby and when he gifts me the sweetest birthday card and holds my finger while in the car or snuggling on the couch.

During this season of wonderfulness and overwhelming big feelings, I don’t have many chances to pick up my Bible. For now, I’m meeting God at the sink while I wash dishes 8+ times a day.

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”

-1 Thessalonians 5:16-18