A Very Special Case.

  You are good enough.  Hey, you....Yeah you, the mom with regret written all over your face.  You are good enough. You are strong enough. You are pretty enough. You are doing a good job. At the end of the day, when you're laying in bed and through your brain is running all the things you've done wrong. You're thinking about your unorganized sock drawers and dirty toilets. You're thinking about the home work you forgot to sign last week resulting in your daughter getting a "warning" (in other words, her mom sucks and she suffers)...About all the things you could have and should have done but didn't have the time, the energy, the brain space or the strength....  At that moment remember how loved you are. How forgiven you are. How you, yeah you were made in Christ's image and you are a child of the one true King. Don't listen to the voice that tells you otherwise. With all that you are and all that you have, believe that you indeed ARE good...

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” —Matthew 6:34    Dear worry, I'm over you. You exhaust me. I'm tired of your constant need for attention. You started to push your presence hard into by being over three years ago when I heard words like, "Prepare yourself to bury your son" and "I just don't know what to tell you....your child was just made wrong...". It was then you started whispering no, shouting, "NOTHING IS EVER GOING TO BE OKAY. Don't you see, the Dr.s don't even think your baby has a chance!" Well worry, you were wrong. My baby is a fighter and my God is sovereign. He doesn't make my life perfect because perfect is boring and perfect requires no dependence on Him. You, worry, are getting old and I'm breaking up with you. Don't tag along when the Drs give my son his 30th diagnosis. I don't need you when I open hospital bi...