The Good Samaritan(s)

When Presley first developed colic, I almost tried to keep it a secret.  I didn't want people to know how terrible things were.. how bad it really was.. how desperate I felt.  'Everything's great' I would say.  'She's a little fussy, but other than that.. absolutely perfect!'  We're perfect, our kids are perfect, life is perfect.  Whatever!  I'm not sure if I was living in denial or fantasy land.  But the truth is, it's been hard.  Harder than hard actually.  I think this experience has really given me a heart for people with difficult children.  Babies especially.  It's easy to think it's the parents fault.  They're too uptight.  They're too strict.  They don't do this.  They need to do that.  Well, I'm living proof that sometimes people just have fussy babies.  Period.  Our first child was a dream boat.  No problems.  We haven't done anything differently now.  Some babies are just fussy.  And it's hard.  One of the most difficult things about having a colic child is going places.  Craig and I love our church.  It's a very relaxed environment filled with loving people who are trying to live their lives more like Jesus.  But, we haven't been able to go as frequently since Presley was born.  Presley screams and sweet little Brooksie has developed separation anxiety and flips out every time we walk in the building.  Two kids screaming their heads off.. we're quite the spectacle!  But today at church some Good Samaritans jumped in to help.  Presley hopped from lap to lap.  My mom took over, my sister offered to help, a wonderful lady (she was one of my nurses at the hospital) held her.  And the nursery coordinator offered to personally take care of Brooks.  It was awesome.  I felt so blessed.  It's so discouraging knowing you can't go to the one place you want to go for encouragement.  So thank you to all of those Good Samaritans.  You have blessed us more than you know.  BTW, are you free later?  :)