Everyday I wonder... am I on the right track? Am I hitting the mark? Am I in God's will? Everyday is a series of questions to my Abba Father. Daddy God. Parenting is hard work. The hardest work I have ever done. I approach it with much trepidation. Worried that I may not say the right thing, do the right thing. And forever praying that God's grace mercifully covers all the millions of mistakes that I make. They are precious little souls. HIS precious little souls. Entrusted to me for such a short time. Am I doing all that He would have me do? I wish it were as simple as putting the train tracks together on Benjamin's train table. For there I can see exactly where I am headed and how choosing the right track can get me to the beloved automatic train wash station. In real life, not so much. But as I daily search the scriptures for answers, I find peace that I don't need to see the whole track laid out before me. Just this track I'm on. That's a blessing.
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