How do I hold my plans, desires, and hopes with open hands and not the white-knuckled grip that I’m prone to?
This desire for my womb to flourish, good desires, indeed, can happen how I would like them to or not. I’ve learned how terrible of a god I am. I do not know what is best. I do not have a better vantage point than our loving Father. I do not see the inner workings of God’s plan. He is good. He will be my strength. He will sustain me. He will be my daily bread.Read More