As I eluded to in early posts, we've had a very long two weeks. I am truly at my end of being in the house all day with rambunctious, recovering children. I wish I could say otherwise but I was not very in control of myself either. Yuck. After raving at Asher for asking me for a cookie for the thousandth time, Judah brought me the ipod and said, "Hey mom, maybe you just need to worship. This will make it better."
Oh yeah. And everything was better. It's humbly, beautifully, amazing when your children minister to you. Thank you, Jesus, that my young man of "Praise with peace and harmony" (meaning of Judah Allen's name) knew how to bring some peace and harmony back to my spirit today.
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I love how the Lord uses our children to remind us of Him. What a testimony too of great parents raising Judah right! I've sooo been right there with ya.
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