Today was a hard day processing all the grief from multiple transitions. And just when I thought it couldn’t get harder, I received a parcel that sent tears gushing from my eyes.
Because it’s random gifts that I REALLY love but have never told a soul that remind me God cares.
That while I’m grieving and fretting over the “big things,” He wants me to know no need is too small for Him to meet.
Just yesterday when I fingered my @ourheartbeads necklaces, I told myself I’d really miss some of my stuff when we transit to Tanzania. And I felt God reminding me through this gift, “I will always bless you with stuff. So don’t sweat the small stuff, I’ll see to it you’ll always be adorned with beauty and grace, no matter how ugly you feel inside.”
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One of the most hurtful things in the package of hurtful words received was “you think all yr IG followers think you’re so great when all you are is selfish and thoughtless towards your own children.”
I’m reminded today- that my blog and IG space have been a blessing and I will keep on thanking you for all yr support and encouragement
through talk my hard days and hard decisions.
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I’m also reminded- that no one, and I mean NO ONE, has the power to judge whether or not you’re a good parent, especially if they themselves don’t have that track record.
To all my parent friends hurting from any kind of talk you’ve received from yr family members, remember your identity does not come from anyone’s comments (yes not even your MIL’s!) but only from God. And if you ask your children, I’m pretty sure they think you’re the best parent they could ever have in the world.