I doubt. I despair. I sigh. I fail. I fall down. I isolate. I give up. I recede. I hide. I withhold. I despise. I sin. I step back. I lose ground. I stumble. I lose my way. I bleed. I hurt. I judge. I condemn.
Some days, I look in the mirror and my reflection seems to say, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
Other days, my reflection only condemns, judges, and points out every flaw.
Lately, I've had to face some things with my son that are difficult. Past decisions I made out of fear and selfishness. Breaking his heart. Causing him to feel abandoned. Giving up when I should have pressed on. Then declaring it was God's will...
I'm having to face my heart issues, unveiled, naked, vulnerable, and without excuse...unmasked...
...knowing I can't fix it...I can't make it better...I have to trust God to fix it...to soften his heart...to help him forgive...to help him go forward...
He's broken. He's angry. He has a right to be. I told him when he was little, "Mommies never give up on their babies..."
..."But I did."
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