Tuesday, January 15, 2013


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)