(this has nothing to do with crafting and I understand if you close this window at any time. I am writing what is in my heart and that may not be for everyone. But mostly I am writing what I needed to read)
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Do you ever have moments that your brain runs faster than your voice of reason? Or faster still, than your faith?
Often times my thoughts go off, and don't stop regardless of what I do to distract myself.
They race faster and faster to a place that is wrought with worry and fear, anxiety and panic, and before I know what's what, I'm sitting in front of the computer Google-ing things that are fuel to the flame.
If you're a mother, I'm sure you know what I mean. Every mother can get there with concern over her child. You know the "will he do well in school?" "will he make friends?" "will he be SCARRED for life because he watches TV while I cook dinner???"...and then the late nights "I should have done this..." "we didn't do enough of that..." "I shouldn't have done that other thing"...it never ends, the concern for our precious children. And this is true for all mothers. If you are never like this, I applaud you.and ask you....HOW? Whether the child is sick or not. Young or old. "Typical" or "special". Mothers worry. Heck...WOMEN worry.
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HOWEVER, I think that us "special" moms (meaning momma's of children with special needs) can get there more often and with far more speed. And with much scarier Google search results.
THAT'S when I cling to God and His truths. No amount of Google-ing and reading and studying, will cease the race of thoughts. Nor will they change the present or future. However, there is both comfort and hope in GOD.
I find solace in the words written in my dishevel old Bible. I find strength in the knowledge of having a God bigger than my fears. I find my faith again, in Him. I may not know what tomorrow brings, or what the next year brings...but HE does. And He cares. He cares SO much more than we give Him the credit for. He eagerly awaits for us to seek him, to talk to him, to hand Him our worries! Yet we keep them, hoarding them. Rather then putting them where they belong...they are poison in our hands and minds, but so small and benign in His.
I thank God because my son is progressing well, and is at this moment happy and without any serious concern. I know I am blessed with his health and joy. With his whole little being that is absolutely PERFECT in my eyes. And I know I have no reason to worry that is worth worrying about. Not right now. And even when I have and do...I have a God who is bigger than my problems can ever be.
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