i am afraid that my son will stop breathing while i am asleep.
i am afraid that he sleeps too much.
i am afraid that he doesn't eat enough.
i am afraid that i don't engage his developing mind while he is awake.
i am afraid of the future:
will i know what he needs to grow well?
will i allow him to do dangerous things carefully?
i'm not just afraid of things with my son;
i am afraid of slacking.
i am afraid of myself.
and i know that all of my cares and fears and worries should be cast on Christ. i know these burdens aren’t necessary for me to carry alone, yet they’re all twisted and tangled up in my mind and they’re hard to sort from the thoughts that are helpful.
we’ve survived for six weeks, but survival isn’t the goal. we want to thrive. so i’m praying, Lord, let us thrive.
