Just A Note

I am impressed with the mind of a child. One minute it's on silly things and the next it's on adult topics including, health and salvation.

I want MS to be out of my life, but I have to operate like a child. If I am going to humbly ask my Heavenly Father for something, I need to ask as a child would ask. I say that because I know Jonah, my little boy, is pretty good at asking for anything.

Also, he trusts his father in every way. How refreshing! Sometimes, I find myself not trusting the one who is in control of all things. How silly of me! Our four-year-old does a better job of trusting his human father than I do with trusting my Heavenly Father. I want to say, "Sorry I am such a human, sometimes!"

CHANGE IN DIRECTION

I started this with every intention of storing pictures of Jonah as he grows, but I decided this is sort of My diary, so I'll wait on that. I guess this is MS with me, too, unfortunately.

As I type, I realize, or maybe it's not new to me, anyway, I'm broken. Broken--meaning I'm not who I used to be. Some would say that's good. Meaning I have grown mentally, physically, and spiritually. Bad--I can't do the things I used to be able to do. That, my cyber friends STINKS! There are other words I could use, but I choose not to because I'm a Christian.

Sorry this is depressing. I don't mean for it to be.I don't want this to be a "poor me" thing, but I think it's good for me to air my feelings to somebody other than my long-suffering husband. See you soon!