I haven't weaned Romy yet. I just can't bring myself to. Please know I don't want to be blasphemous here, but I feel like Jesus in the story of the women that bled for 12 years. I feel power coming out of me when she nurses. I know breastfeeding isn't a super power, but it's close. I know it's not the milk that is the power I'm talking about. It is love. I feel like I'm pouring love into her. She's the only one that has made it this long and although she's not super into nursing, she likes it for comfort. I like it for comfort too so I'll do it a little longer. There, I said it.
A quote I heard from the sermon on Saturday: "do you have space in your life for people who are far from God?" Yes, I think so, but I feel compelled to make more space. I know people all around me that do not know Jesus. I want to have the ministry of availability. I want to be available to my husband after a long work day. I want to be available to my children when they talk about their day, laugh, or play (or nurse). I want to be available to my neighbors that are lonely and need to be asked to dinner, or a single mom that needs a hug, or a Muslim neighbor that needs to see that Jesus requires something of us too and that He's the Messiah.
Proverbs 1:8-9
"Listen, my son, to your father's instruction, and do not forsake your mother's teaching. They will be a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck."
I do love garlands. Been reading Proverbs lately. Lord, help me to gain wisdom and discipline.