Abba God. This job is hard. Way harder than I thought before I first dove in. Help me not to rush them into adulthood. Help me to slow down and enjoy them as they are. Help me to have patience with their silliness and their loudness. Help me to be the mother you saw inside of me when you chose me to care for these children. I cannot do this. I have been a mother for a while now, and one thing I have learned for sure is I CANNOT DO THIS. I need You, God. For the sake of my children, their father and myself, I need You to do this through me.
Amen.
You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you.
John 15:16
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