Not Again!!!

It's about time I put a new post on this blog of mine. I've been MIA...again!
Several weeks ago, Steven and I were taking the boys to buy some new tennis shoes. (It seems like we have to make this purchase every three months.) While in the car, I asked Titus (now two and a half) about his day at daycare. He spent the next few minutes laying out every detail for me. He played with play-doh, read a book, colored, and played outside. He explained that while outside, he would pick up the rocks and throw them into the air letting them land on his head. He ended his story with one stomach-turning statement -- "And there's a rock in my ear, Mommy."
I looked over at Steven, and he looked back at me. Only two words came out of my mouth, "Not again!" (Click here to read about when Keaton put a rock in his ear.) We arrived at the shoe store, peered into my child's tiny little ear, and there it was -- a little brown rock. Following the instructions of both the ENT and the pediatrician, we watched him that night and brought him into the doctor the following day.
After the incident with Keaton and the rock, I told Steven that I would NOT go through this one alone. The three of us dropped Keaton off at school, and I spent the whole 45 minute drive to the ENT's office praying that things would be easier with Titus than they were with Keaton.
The doctor examined my baby's ear and said the words I've already heard from him once: "There's a rock in his ear." His nurse brought in a bottle of warm water, and Titus sat in Steven's lap while I sat across the room waiting for screaming and crying that never came. It only took a little squirt of water, and POP! the rock was out. Titus never squirmed, squealed, or squalled. Even though I braced for the worst, the experience was no where near as traumatic as what I went through with Keaton.
Once we left the doctor's office, the afternoon turned in to "Titus Day." Our little one had something he rarely gets: Mommy and Daddy all to himself for an entire afternoon! We had lunch, played, and just enjoyed being with him.
Now you know, I always try to seek a blessing in the stressings of my life. So, I asked myself what is God trying to tell me with this rock in Titus's ear? I already had this lesson once. Then it hit me, I was focused on the rock, and not the "Titus Day" we were able to enjoy because of the rock. See, we all have these metaphorical rocks in our lives. Illness, financial struggle, stress at work -- the list goes on and on. Often these little rocks are God's way of getting our attention so that He can have us to Himself for a while. Perhaps if we focus more on Him and have "God Time" more regularly, these rocks will be just that -- rocks. They won't be the mountains that we see because we are focused on the stressings not the blessing of having a God who is big enough.