At bedtime...
Baby: Mommy, I am worried about you.
Me: What are you worried about?
Baby: I am worried that you don't feel good.
Me: Baby, Mommy is fine right now. Do you mean you are worried that I will get sick again?
Baby: Yes. I feel sad about that, Mom.
This is just one of the things that burdens my heart right now. But it is by far the heaviest: the fear that follows us--even the smallest of us--everywhere we go.
"How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will the enemy triumph over me? Look on me and answer, Lord my God." Psalm 13:2-3
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