I’m listening to Jane Austen s Persuasion.
And missing my older kids and feeling sorry for myself, I own. Thinking that I am like Mary Elliott who is” always fancying herself ill”
The enemy is probably trying to mess with me there. I need to be in the present. Going out to my family.
I release the past with all of its foolish pride and self interest. I consider Jesus’ blood to be enough to pay for all my mistakes as a young mom.
I consider these trials to be joy. They are working God’s holiness and happiness in my family. That makes me think of a verse. Just a sec.
I never saw this! I will not be deceived. The trials of my life come from above. They come from GOD who is all shining love and goodness.
I am not forgotten.
He knows His work. He sees. He is paying attention.
I am safe in His hands.