I can hear the sound of the fan buzzing as it circles round and round. I can hear my son breathe in and out, lightly and soundly. He fell asleep on my bed tonight. Mama’s boy.
I waited until the kids fell asleep to start typing again. I needed some quiet. I needed to dump some more words out of this brain of mine.
Lately it has been so full, and if I don’t let it unload it just swirls in there like a pot of veggie soup simmering on a gas stove.
My eyes met the writing prompt.
Okay, Lord, help me write.
No sooner had I clicked off one screen to go to my WordPress account, that my eyes met a title which instantly resonated with the burning in my heart Dear Home School Mother of Littles: Don’t Give Up.
God already knew before I even read the prompt, Lord, I need a sign -what was stirring and hurting deep down in my heart. He knew my soul needing to take a fresh drink of what He offered: Hope.
This drink came in the form of words typed out by another mom who had been down this very road I am on now.
The road of weariness and worry. One of my children is such a slow learner in her reading. She despises reading even the simplest of things.
Sometimes I go back to thinking maybe public school would better for her, but then something always reels me back in and reminds me of my calling and strengthens me for more distance.
Tonight, I didn’t even have time to fret over whether or not I should ask God for a sign. He was already there. Waiting for me. He knew what was on my heart. The thing I was too tired to get into tonight. Too tired to pray more than, help.
It was like He hugged my heart, releasing it from the grips of inadequacy. I may not feel like she is learning, but she is. The battle is not against my daughter. We will be victors in this with the Lord’s help.
Lord, thank you for this sign just now. How intimate you are. In awe I am, once again.
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