Well, this afternoon I have been finishing unpacking the last of our stuff and just happened upon one of those sticky notes. It was Psalms 41:2. One of my biggest concerns at this time is my son. What mother doesn't worry about their baby? We want the best for our kids, we want them to grow up in a perfect world, perfect family. But we can't guarantee that. We can not control everything. We have to throw up our hands and give it to God. But that is not always easy..... yet, we have to.
My son is going to be okay. Everything is going to work out for him. My little prince will make it!
I stand here, with arms thrown in the air, and say- "Okay God, Z's yours. I can't do it all. But, please forgive me for the times I will try and take control again."