Last night was rough. I let some past, which more accurately should be called current, hurt get to me. I became overwhelmed with some things out of my control and probably that, coupled with being cooped up for two days with two boys suffering from cabin fever + starting a new program, has my emotions all out of wack. Of course these things always bring up the pain of grief that never truly goes away. I lost it on the boys when they wouldn’t go to sleep & had a major 3 year old crying melt down in the kitchen, ate a Lara Bar and went to bed. .
This morning, I’m turning things back around and writing some much needed prayers to Jesus. My initial instinct is to turn to others and talk it out. While that’s not necessarily bad, I’m usually too quick to jump to that consolation instead of turning to my Father. The only one who truly does understand it all and loves me more than I’ll ever be able to comprehend. .
I wanna challenge you today, to stop & turn to Jesus first. He’s got you, mama. ♥️