Good morning and happy Wednesday. When I see my girls and think of memories of them when they were younger, my heart swells. There is so much emotion when you see your kids. The good times and the painful ones as well. You begin to question what you could have done to protect them. Well, we did the best we could. But the stuff we feel when we know it could have been different. That " not in our control " feeling of them making a choice hurts to the core sometimes. We understand now what we did to our own parents now that we have our own to raise. Let me say now for all of us, I'm sorry mom and dad. But I need to really be directing that more heavenward though. I'm sorry God for the things I do and choose that hurt you. Just like all parents, He is there with us till the end. Shaking His head and eyes filled with tears as we miss another blessing He had for us if only we would listen to Him. How many times do you say that to your kids, "just listen to what I'm telling you"? What makes us any different than them by not hearing God the Father? Be still and be quiet and listen. Read that again only, with a stern voice, not in anger, but in loving frustration of a parent doing all He can for His children. There is no greater love than what we receive from God, and it's there for the taking. So when you look at your kids or just kids in general, feel the eyes of God upon you and know that He's watching over you. What a great comfort that is. In love always. <><