There’s this darkness trying to overshadow God’s divine plan for me as a parent. In the last five days the enemy has put up road blocks meant to destroy my faith. He allowed a conservative group’s policy to tell me my pregnancies were not necessary but “still valuable.” My heart sunk into my feet as my testimony was challenged. Yet, I got up, dusted off my lap and moved forward with the truth and chose to let the light shine on it. In the same week I was told by someone I value that I was just not competent … not able… to do something significant. I got defensive, but inside I believed it was true to the core. I had to wrestle the devil head on with that one. The grip on me was penetrating. Tonight my heart just aches as a parent because I feel like such a failure… staying true to our foundations is so painfully awkward and almost embarrassing. The enemy got in my head again… whispering how dare I teach women how to parent each week when I have...
Jesus, take the wheel. It's been a ride. Raising teenage girls (including triplets). Lots of wisdom to share. Lots of weaknesses to share. Lots of wit. And despite it all, no, I am not crazy. Jesus, take the wheel. (I think I already said that.)