Monday, my mom spent the night. We caught up, we talked business, we laughed. Then as we lay in my room in darkness, from the make-shift bed on the rug beside me I heard, "How can I pray for you this week?" I shared some things, hesitant that my mom would ask for more information and try to parent me. Instead, in her loving voice and from her loving heart, she prayed for me right then.
Yesterday, I was nervous. And then, my apology was accepted. I was taught instead of reprimanded. I learned. I was loved.
Today I felt annoyed. I started to complain, until I realized this opportunity to rely on God's love and not my own. Where I am weak, He is strong.
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