Not a craft post today...one of those nitty gritty ones, ya know?
I'm here to make a confession...
I am afraid.
I'm not afraid of just anything...or everything for that matter. It is very specific. I am afraid of losing her.
or these guys...
and this one.
I think it rears it's ugly head the most when I have a new baby...I always have that fear of something happening to one of my littles, but the one that grips me the most, that is the hardest to push from my mind is putting my Ember down for her nap and coming back to find her not breathing. I think of this literally every day.
There is a Psalm that I think of often, "What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee." Most times this really helps me control my fear but not necessarily with this particular one. And I think it is because only one person can control this aspect of my life and that's God. It also gets worse with age because I learn of more friends who have lost infants. I know I have readers who have experienced this personally or have good friends who have. My heart goes out to you!
Why did I write this post?
I'm not sure. Maybe someone's gonna read this who struggles with fear...every time I lay Ember down to sleep I ask God to help me with it.
Ember is calling me now...but tell me, do you struggle with fear also??