He Ran for me

No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. "Make level paths for your feet," so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed. Hebrews 12:11-13

I'm not going to lie, these last three months have been really hard. I'm glad that Elodie is doing well, but if we were to post as many pictures of us on the blog as we do for Elodie, you would not be seeing smiles as cute as hers.

Olivier has expressed his challenges as a new father a few times. So now it's my turn. My challenges have surprised me. It's hard to transition from working in a full-time creative environment to a mundane, simple life of motherhood. I have found hidden sins in my heart that I didn't know existed. My "spiritual knees" are wobly and I can barely keep myself up some days.

It became apparent to me very quickly that I needed spiritual support. At the same time of that realization, my church offered a bible study for women. It's on Monday nights at 7. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem for me. But...with a baby it seemed impossible. Olivier normally gets home at 7 and I hated to leave him with a baby after a long day. After much thought, we decided that we could make it work--even if I was late. I was desperate.

This Monday the commute was a little different. Olivier has been taking the train to work and riding his bike from the station to work. The train leaves every hour and as he sped to the station, he went over a pot hole and blew out his tire. Because he didn't want me to be late, he ran in his biking shoes to the station. BTW--biking shoes are like ski boots. He barely made the train and I was on time.

I am so humbled by my husband. My desperation became his desperation. Olivier knew that I needed to meet with God and he made it his priority. This act has spoken more to me than anything I have encountered lately. It's such a picture of God's love. It makes me think of how I want to live my life. If everyday I only try to exist, I don't want that. But, if every day I could be desperate to meet with God, desperate to love my daughter, desperate to love Olivier--just so that they can meet with the Living God...I think that is a life well lived.

Thank you Olivier for running for me. Thank you for caring for me and loving me.