God Teaches Me Math

i feel defeated

i feel a bit hopeless about the after-baby-from-three-other-kids-too-weight

i miss writing

i feel like i don't have anything to say

i like taking pictures, but nothing else that has to do with processing or sharing them

i'm thankful for friends who encourage me

i wish i wasn't addicted to sugar and processed carbs

i feel ashamed

i've been working really hard to train my child in the way they should go but some days make me question if it's all been worth the effort

i couldn't have properly IG today's events without scaring some people from having children

i'm thankful my husband has grown leaps and bounds in listening, validating and comforting me

i need to spend more one on one "fun" time with each kid

i needed that picture today Nation drew of him and I where he wrote "mom is good at teaching me"

i think i drank four cups of tea today to try to keep from comfort eating

i need my heart to be comforted so i don't over eat so much

i love that God speaks to me

i'm scared if He has big things in store for us, I prefer the small and manageable

i've really been enjoying American History

i don't like to write because i don't like negative comments

If it's hard...it's me. If it's stressful...it's me. If it's failing...it's me. I'm trying to do so many things in my own effort. I feel like I'm short cutting it by doing it alone and not wasting time waiting years before a silent God...all the while my Daddy is sitting next to me waiting to show me the real short cut.

Him.

I see this all the time when I teach new math to my children and they brush away my hand and tell me to shush because they already know how to do it which results in crying, a blank answer, and me repeating, "Are you sure you don't want my help with this?"

I think that's what God is saying to me today regarding my health & rearing my kids...

"Are you sure you don't want my help with this?"