The quiet mouse

last night I couldn’t sleep. I have had some things on my heart.

A book that I had gotten in voluntary service. I couldn’t find it. I knew the author so I ordered a new one. My heart is saying I need to read it again.

I feel in my heart that I have to go back to the roots of my faith

What is my faith rooted in. Where do I stand with it.

My faith has been getting deeper and stronger the past few months.

The more I’m pushed and pulled around the more I’m finding myself digging my feet into God and his promises.

He’s so faithful and loving. He’s not judging me for how I keep my house. He doesn’t care that I’m uncoordinated. He loves me for me. I might be a messy unorganized person but I have a God who loves that about me. He loves me. He doesn’t criticize me and bring me down with vitriol.

He loves the fact I’m a mom.

He loves all my faults and short comings.

This is my amazing God.

He loves me.

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