it's been a long day already. i'm harrowed and spent, and i'm sure little m feels the same.
there are moments in most every day when i wonder if we'll ever get the hang of this, if i'll ever be any use at mothering. and right now, and in every now, the only remedy is Him.
on the occasions i manage to look outside of me, God's fingerprints are everywhere. the burnished oak out back. bean fields scraped clean. the soft oval of my sons' face. it's mercy, all of it, flooding straight from a Father who never retreats.
i rest on His unchanging grace.
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would you keep praying for us, please? and if you don't mind, tell me how i can pray for you today.
thank you, friends.