We stood in front of the pantry trying to figure out what to make for dinner. I placed my hands on his shoulders and could feel his little heart pounding. Each thump meant life was flowing through his 35 lb. body. I began to feel anxiety knowing that this little organ is all that keeps those I love most, alive. God stomped my anxiety by reminding me, “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?” I calmed my spirits and my heart began to overflow with love for my little boy and his Creator.
I am crazy thankful that He chose this heart for this boy, and this boy, for us.
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