Being a good mom was all I ever wanted from about about month five of my first pregnancy…
…a chance to give the gift of a beautiful childhood that I never had. Know what I mean?
My addiction took that from me.
My undiagnosed mental illness took that from me.
My dysfunctional family ways took that from me.
My own foolish choices took that from me.
That pain can drive me back into addiction
drive me into arms of Jesus.
I choose Jesus.
I forgive myself for my weakness and stubbornness and pride.
(I forgave my offenders long ago. That was gnarly, but a piece of cake compared to forgiving myself.)
I hereby release my right to vengeance
I trust Him to make it right
and turn this mess
into something beautiful.
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