Building Blocks

Today my eldest son's block towers got dismantled by his little brother before we could stop him. The act broke his heart and set him sobbing and distraught for twenty minutes until I finally got him calmed down. (Admittedly, I wasn't initially as compassionate as he needed me to be, but eventually I did realize my mistake and we found a solution of utilizing his love of photography and making a photo album of his towers so that they cannot be permenently dismantled by his brother.). Initially, all I could originally see was the ease with which he should be able to pick up those pieces and build newer, bigger, stronger towers. I knew in my heart that he is destined to build better towers in his future and that his brother may have done him a favor by freeing up the blocks to be reimagined in new ways. It is only tonight, hours later that I realize that maybe this is what God has been trying to get me to see this year. While I've been crying and howling about how the building blocks of my home and family have been ripped apart, God just sees that all the pieces are still there for me to rebuild with and if I can just stop crying and howling, I can start building a bigger and better foundation on which to build my self-esteem and life.  Thank you, my child, for helping me to realize my own short sighted ness and thank you, God for being patient with me while I've uselessly wailed.  Help me to embrace this new, better, stronger plan for my life and to no longer mourn what I used to think I needed. Let us both wake up tomorrow ready to build new towers of hopes and dreams with more permenent and solid foundations!