My friend posted this awesome quote on Facebook and it definitely sums up how I’ve been feeling these days.
“I think babies really do make you believe in God. They make you believe in God because there’s something just beyond understanding about their freshness and fragility and their smell and their toes… when you watch their tiny sleeping selves, when you hear their thin wild animal cries, you know, you just know in your guts that God is real, and that babies have been with him more recently, have come more directly from him than our worn-out old selves have. I also believe in God because I have to, because I need someone to pray to with my rabid, sweeping mix of fear and love. I have to believe in something else, I think, or I’d lose my mind. I think I would blow a fuse in my brain every night if I couldn’t entrust [my baby] to God for safekeeping while I sleep. It’s hard enough for me to sleep, and I believe very desperately in God. I’d never sleep a wink if I didn’t… I remember hearing my mother say that she really learned to pray when I was born, out of necessity and fear. And now I get it. This is my new prayer, my mother-prayer: Dear God, please please please, and thank you thank you thank you.” excerpt from “Mother Prayers” in Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist.