Sometimes I sit and wonder about the struggles my children will face. I fear they will struggle with insecurities, depression, the pain of regret, and the grief from missed opportunities. During my morning prayer time, I write them down in my prayer journal, hoping that will help ease the anxiety it can often bring…

Before I’m able to close the pages of my journal, I am ALWAYS interrupted by a doe-eyed, bushy-haired soul. no matter how many mornings she walks into that closet, she asks me the same thing. “Are you talking to Jesus? ...I talk to him too…” and just as quickly as she enters, she turns and runs away. 

During times of solitude, sometimes (most times) my mind will drift back to the pains of yesterday. Despite knowing the freedom that comes with God’s forgiveness, I still struggle. And in the midst of that struggle I grow anxious for my children, praying they don’t make the same mistakes I made.

Perhaps that interruption is God’s way of reminding me who created these little beings I try so hard to protect. A gentle reminder that no amount of worry can provide them with more guidance and protection than the Jesus that Journey so candidly speaks to on her own time. 

I’ve learned to acknowledge and appreciate those small inconspicuous moments that show me God’s love and reminds me of all the joy He’s placed in my life. 

Its been hard, different worries and concerns everyday but God has placed some sunshine in my life that has healed the deepest wounds

and I am so thankful.