Women’s Retreat is coming up this weekend. Last year I had planned to attend and take my little Titus with me. However, Adam was in the thick of some OCD issues and it would have been really tough on him had I gone. This year my Titus is walking all over the place. I’m also still nursing my little 16 monther! I talked to many people and asked them to pray for me. Brian and I discussed me going over and over and he was very encouraging to me. He can TOTALLY handle things on the home front. He amazes me with his many gifts and talents including being an amazing dad who can care for ALL FIVE just fine. I prayed. A lot. I really wanted to go. I need the encouragement, fellowship and fun with all the ladies. I desire to develop more friendships and build better bonds with the gals at church. Its been a struggle for me, trying to figure what God wanted me to do! I listened though. I feel at peace now too.
After much prayer, I realized I needed to be home. I’m needed at home right now. I’m still needed by my little nurser. I love cuddling him at night and rocking him. There will be more retreats. I can make efforts to do some visits and develop more friendships. Day trips. Coffee. Evening out. I am thankful that Sharon sent me the devotions/questions they are going over so I can still be in the loop of some of what was discussed. I love these ladies and we meet Monday’s for study so I’m sure I’ll be able to gleen what they learned. Some have already told me they would take good notes and share with me.
I’m looking forward to a special date with Brian on Saturday. I’m taking him the movies on Sat evening for a surprise date. I’m going to take Brian up on his offer for me to get out and just have some time. I’m looking forward to do a little Christmas shopping too and maybe just some alone time. Me and God. To work on my Bible study. Maybe I’ll get a pedicure too! We shall see. All that…… and still get to be home to tuck in my babies and snuggle and nurse my littlest guy. I’m at peace and glad God lead me to this decision.
