What a day. I think I’d be best to just say- it was a tough day. Probably one of the hardest I’ve had as a mother yet. I’m at the end of my idea rope with my three year olds (very reminiscent of her two year old) fits. I thank God for my hubby who has unlimited patience and my sister in law who can bring new ideas to the light.

It’s days like these when I’m reminded again of how much I need a savior. No matter how much I learn- I will never earn the right to be his child. He gives unmerited favor and unending grace when we fail. And I fail all too often.

I will leave you tonight with this- my favorite passage of scripture. Because sometimes- we all need to be reminded he thinks about us.

You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you. (Psalm 139:1-18 NIV)

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