This afternoon Jackson was reading his school reader about a boy making breakfast in bed for his mom on mother's day. After he finished Jeffrey commented about doing that for me to which I agreed that would be nice. Jackson said, "but we already did that for you when you had the baby that died." My breath leaves me. . . breathe, breathe, breathe. "Your right Jackson,"I say.
When will these random commends from the boys not take my breath away? When will I feel complete again?
But I do know that "the Lord will guide me always; He will satisfy my needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen my frame. I will be like a well watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail." Isaiah 58:11 (reworded to personalize)