This post is part of a weekly share of gleanings from the book of John. Click here for more information, and read to the bottom to join the conversation! 

I'll never forget the time a friend tried to comfort me as my two pound daughter lay in a NICU isolette twenty minutes away from her daddy, me, and her own crib.

She said, “One day you'll forget any of this ever happened.”

I confidently responded, “I hope I don’t. I wouldn't trade these moments for a full term pregnancy.” Despite the grief and trauma of the NICU, I meant those words. God was doing miraculous things, and my faith was being stretched and strengthened every day.

She’ll be five soon... and I really hate to say this, but some days I forget any of that ever happened.

My friend was right.

This is a problem, y’all. As moms, these days we spend with our little ones are precious and important, but can become so routine and so monotonous that the miracle that made us moms gets lost in the mundane. If you’re reading John with me, the second chapter cuts right to the heart of the problem!