This past weekend we faced the 2 toughest nights as parents so far. Round 2 of teething hit and it hit hard! I had OK9 home 1 night to help, the 2nd I was on my own. Both nights I felt attacked. I had these thoughts that were horrible. Not in any way harmful to my son thoughts, but damaging to me. Emotionally. Spiritually. These thoughts were not from the Lord, yet I gave in to them. I believed the lies. It made the middle of the nights worse. It made me feel like an awful wife and mother. I realized by day 2 what was going on. I purposed right then that the last thing I would read before bed was the word. That when he did wake I would consume my mind with familiar verses and promises that were from God. I purposed to overcome the enemy with my sword and armor. (Eph 6.)It was a good 3rd night. I expect an even better 4th night. God has not forgotten me or Bug. So really these are old thoughts I knew but had forgotten. I am finding them again. I am remembering. I am engulfed in God's grace, patience and strength, to name a few and so thankful. Otherwise, I fear this would have gotten the better of me.
I am blogging from my iPhone for the first time. How'd it work?
Blah! Can't do a picture. Will post new 8 month pictures soon!
HF got his stripes
6 years ago
