Last week Tatum must have gone through some major growth spurt because she had three modes:
She was eating every 30 minutes to an hour during the day, and we're not giving her a bottle (with breast milk) until she's a month old so it was all Mama, baby. Thankfully she was still sleeping well at night and I was getting 3-5 hours of sleep at a time which is just rapturous! But the day times were a bit brutal.
It made me think about growth spurts that God takes us through. We're hungry and just want more and more and more, and if we can't feel Him around we get rather fussy and complaining and vocal about it. Sometimes we're forced to grow and we're just not too happy about it. We cry and want to be held all the way through it. There's no spiritual binky to satisfy your soul.
And I'm wondering why God's deciding to coincide my spiritual growth spurt with Tatum's...it's rather exhausting...