And I snap. I'm angry about the wailing... partly because it's annoying and disturbing and mostly because I feel helpless to do anything. And as I'm gathering hydrogen peroxide and white vinegar I get further exacerbated by the bugs I find everywhere and I begin to grumble.
And I have to stop myself and ask Jesus for help. Help me comfort my hurting child. Help me to be selfLESS.
And now the natural remedy coupled with ibuprofen has finally
|Other nights I didn't sleep so well|
And I am thankful that God is not like me. He doesn't tire. He's not impatient. He knows and understands me perfectly and isn't frustrated with my limitations and weaknesses.
In fact He sings over us and delights in us. And so as I seek to close my eyes again I pray and ask that I would know better this tender love He has for us... and pray that I would be transformed to be a lot more of Him and a lot less of me.