The ramlings of a first time mummy's heart.

Blood shot eyes, jelly belly, milky vomit stained into an over sized t shirt and everything hurting from the neck down. It's not really the picture of maternal beauty I had seen in pregnancy magazines! The first  early morning with our new baby at home had began!  In a strange way- a very strange way it was kind of a beautiful thing as it was the sign that our lives had changed forever and our firstborn was here!

our first week together- sleepyheads!

We took our precious baby boy home 12 hours after I had given birth. Josiah Jack Domingo was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. When I held him for the first time and  his big brown eyes locked onto mine that was it! I was hook line and sinker SMITTEN.

I remember being overwhelmed that God had formed such a beautiful treasure and entrusted us with him! Imagine this tiny perfect bundle was a product of the love between my husband and I.A  bit of him and a bit of me! What grace!!

Yep! I can definitely say that carrying and giving birth to Josiah gave me a fresh revelation of Gods love and favour. But the thing is every day that passes, every new and sometimes seemingly insignificant thing our baby boy does just reinforces the goodness of God. Every precious baby born is totally unique. I am learning they  don't all go by the books and that's so brilliant because it shows the uniqueness and creativity of our God.

Yesterday was one of the most special moments of my life. Since we got married in the Philippines and gave birth out there we decided we would have the dedication of our son in Bonnie Scotland. One of the really lovely things about that was that I think for the first time ever all my friends and family were actually gathered in one place. It was really special for me and Ron and we were overwhelmed with the love and kindness shown. As I looked across all the faces as we led worship I just felt how incredibly blessed we are to have such special friends and family. Such a diverse and much needed bunch of people!  Without a doubt the most difficult thing about living at the other side of the world is leaving them behind.

my boys

During the service I felt captured by what an awesome thing it was to dedicate your baby by faith to the Father of all Fathers and give him back to the One who formed him.What an honour and what a challenge to get to have this amazing little guy in our lives every day. I see all the time Rons Daddy heart toward our boy.I love it! What a beautiful type of The Fathers love to His people.

This parenting journey is terrific and terrifying all at the same time. Surely only Abba Daddy could think this up!



I was reminded of a verse today that I haven't thought about for a while.


 Isaiah 49:15-16

 “Can a woman forget her nursing child,
And not have compassion on the son of her womb?
Surely they may forget,
Yet I will not forget you. See, I have inscribed you on the palms of my Hands....

There is such a strong bond when nursing.How could I ever forget Josiah? My brain has turned to total mush because I'm thinking of his every need. I spoke to friends who have older children and they tell me that actually your brain never fully recovers!  But really, how could I forget about my son? I have witnessed older mothers fervently have compassion on their sons. No matter what, they have never given up on them. They have faithfully cried and prayed for them and no matter what loved them. ding

I just can't get my heart around the thought that if I feel such powerful feelings of love in my imperfect state how must God feel?How must He love!

I don't think words can really describe properly the love in a mothers heart.But to me it feels like a fiery,  all consuming, ready to become a warrior to protect our child, ready to be anything to do the best for him, overwhelming unconditional kind of love. I don't even think that's even a proper sentence but I know you other mummy's get it!

How much more does God love me? I'm His child. He actually did demonstrate His love by making the ultimate sacrifice any  good parent would- He died in my place.He died so I could live. He was rejected so I would be accepted. He never forgets me. My mind just cannot grasp it but I pray my spirit would. What amazing love!

If my heart burns with love for Josiah and my hubby, how much more should it burn  with love for the One who gave them to me.

 If I could really feel His heart of love  as a reality every single day maybe then I could learn how to fufill my full potential as a mummy.

Just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who made the dedication day so special. x