May they always know…

One of my most frequent prayers for these precious children is that they will always know how much they are loved and that they will never know a day apart from our Heavenly Father. My desire for them is rooted in the fact that I knew many days of emotional and physical abuse as a child and that I completely abandoned any trust in God’s good and perfect love for me for many many years of total ignorance and rebellion. As I was cutting some mints and lemon balm to dry for tea and had my amazing brood following me close and watching my every move, I was reminded of this incredible weight of responsibility that I have. I don’t always get it right. In fact, more often that not, I fail miserably. But, that doesn’t stop me from asking for more encouragement and more grace and more humility and more patience and more strength.


My faith in Jesus as my Savior isn’t blind. It’s not always steady or confident but it is true and deep and grounded in His perfect love. He saved my soul. I can’t deny all of the ways that He has intervened in my life including the night that I knelt down beside a big old pine tree in the middle of nowhere GA and begged him to spare me from death. Literally and spiritually. He did and my life has never been the same. Hallelujah. Praise The Lord