So after cleaning up spill, upon spill, upon spill, upon spill....on my carpet, on my kitchen floor, on my table, on myself, on the baies toys, on blankets. I realized something at the end of the day after we had had another spill, becasue my 2 year old likes to do it himself, and he is to little to do so.
So the Lord reviled this to me:
"You are to little still to do this on your own, you need my help, won't you please ask me? I am tired of cleaning up your messes...if you would ask me for help there would be no mess to clean up, but you have to ask, and you have to let me help you. Remember I love you and only the best for my kids, your the daughter of a king remember?"
For some reason God always uses my children as a way of showing me how he views me, and looks at me, and LOVES me, oh wretcthed sinner that I am. Saved by grace.
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