When I was pregnant with Ryder, he would dance in my belly. Yes, dance. Totally serious. I would play music (he really liked Van Morrison) and he would go nuts.
I remember worrying about having room for food or air or if I could make it to the bathroom without an accident. He was huge. I made a super healthy kid.
I had little room, but there was enough. I was miserable at times, but I loved it. I didn’t mind sharing. I loved him already.
When I met my husband and his three children, I was intimidated. I worried that my heart wouldn’t be big enough for all of them. I just figured there was no more room. It was already so full.
I was wrong. Even the moments with those children that shattered my heart showed me how much I loved them. I was proud of them. I am attached to each of them and my heart is stretched, but there is more than enough room for all of them.
Last night, before bed, the three little ones climbed in our bed. Now I pride myself on our huge, king-sized, tempurpedic. I mean, I spent a pretty penny on its adjustable, massaging base. It is one of my favorite purchases and it has all sorts of bells and whistles.
When the children came into our bedroom, I figured even with this beast of a bed, there was too much human to hold. Tomorrow they may be too cool to hang out with us or decline snuggles. Heck, tomorrow they could hate our guts, so we got creative.
Turns out, we had all kinds of room!
It is easy to look at things from my own limitations. I often see things as they are and not as they could be. I can get lost in my worry and doubt and miss out on moments and memories.
I know there is room for all six of us. Always. I know there is room in my bed, in my heart, and in my world. I know this because He has qualified me. He chose this family. He chose this home. He made sure there was room.
I will gladly slide over or even take an elbow to the face. Ryder can tell you that I am even a good sport about getting elbowed in the bladder! I am down for anything, so we can be together. Together is my favorite place to be.
God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure.