My anxiousness and fear for the upcoming stress of having another child has taken over. In those moments when my head gets spinning, I sit back to seek Him. It never fails, something or someone always interrupts. If the noise is loud now, how loud will it be in a few months? For now I have few silent moments between the fusses of arguing siblings. They are only 2 and 4, will they ever play nice together? At least I still have some silence when they sleep, well until the new baby arrives.

When life gets too loud, will I still hear His voice?

I can still remember my head pounding and my eyes weeping from all the hard work of just getting use to having two children. I remember feeling alone like nobody in the world could or should help me because I did this to myself. I remember crying out…