The past two days have brought me some of the most joyous moments tucked in the ordinary hours of our life. Moments that give me confidence in my mothering and gratitude for God's Providence -- moments that filled my heart to the brim and overflowing with pride and thankfulness and the realest happiness.
In the past two days, my daughter has overcome anxiety when encountering a situation that, until now, had paralyzed her with fear.
She has eaten meals cooked by me without an ounce of hesitation, whining, or trying to squirm out of her seat. I set her plate in front of her and she ate, as simple as that.
She has told me, and I quote, "You're the BEST, Mama!" and "I'll always be your best friend!". She has offered insight to solve problems I was struggling with. She brought up ideas and plans for projects and activities.
These may seem simple to some. But to my heart, they are everything. These are the moments where I am able to step back, breathe, and watch her soar.
We are planning on enrolling her in preschool this fall and I had been struggling with a lot of anxiety about it. What if she isn't ready? What if she tries and fails? But these past few days, God has shown me that she is strong and He is stronger. Not only does He love me -- He loves her.
I think of the way He loves me unconditionally and realize that He loves my children with that same fierce love.
He is by their side, he is on their side, always with them, and so they are unable to fail.
There will be trials and darkness in their lives, like any, but He will never leave them and so they will always have hope and light and strength.
They are cheered on by the communion of saints.
They are led and encouraged by the Holy Spirit.
They are saved by Jesus Christ.
They are the children of God the Father, protected and cherished.
They are endlessly loved.
They will not be lost.