I suppose from time to time, I should break from my darling little one and discuss other things but it's hard. I have discovered while I am able to pick up new hobbies I, Madison Jones, was born to be a mom. I love her. In the midst of her though I get lost. I lose sight of being the best wife ever (on all dynamics) and I forget my faith somewhere between the couch cushions. But my husband is ever persistant with me and God is ever gracious and merciful (to name my favorite few verbs for him). From time to time, when I'm in the car... some verse will strike me and I pull whatever I have out of that couch and I hold it to my heart.
.You touched me when no one else wanted to.
.I can't dare to see the man I've been rising up in me again.
.You are who you are, no matter where I am.
The most interesting part of everything is that when I do reach for Him, I also find my husband sitting there, bless his heart, collecting dust... not saying a word. Perhaps I am born to mother my sweet, beautiful Melanie. But I can't help but need my relationship with God and with him is hand in hand, my husband.
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