Filthy floor

Today was not the best day. The cranky baby made crankier by her awesome new teeth. I had literally just sent a text to a friend lamenting motherhood when I felt like I got a little slap on the hand from God. 11 years ago- I longed for this life, begged for this life, made bargains with God for this life. And it is a full good life. Not one gift as I begged for, but four amazing beautiful children. The slap on the hand though came to me by way of a small picture flashing through my head, a picture of a baby- my baby girl- crying on an unknown filthy floor. She may have days where she cries, but God placed her here, with us, where she would never know crying alone, never know neglect, never stop crying because there isn't a response. I am thankful for that small picture as sad as it made me because it helped me remember our why.