Right now, I want to remember that we've had at least two weeks now of Esther going down for bed around 8:30 PM without any fussing at all. I want to remember that tonight has felt like a normal life night, and even though it's surreal, it's been a blessing. I want to remember that I'm really fighting worry. I hate how many big question marks lie before us and I can't do anything about it. Some moments I'm making good choices to move forward on what I can, but a lot of moments in the last two weeks I've been grumpy and cranky and in a funk. Processing man, it's a beast. Trying to cling to joy but being honest that I'm not doing it perfectly. I keep thinking about all the things I wish I was--consistent, a routine-lover, patient, naturally tidy, exercise enthusiast, natural cook, entrepreneurial... and man it gets discouraging. God is faithful to whisper the truth, but I have to shut up to hear it. Not as easy as it sounds, especially for a verbal processor! I just listened to a podcast, and the speaker said, "Success is being obedient to Christ." I really want to adjust my thoughts to line up with what He wants me to do each day. I think it's going to take some time to shift my thinking. Being Esther's momma, and Peter's wife--those are my top two commissions right now. I can do those things in a messy house living off of freezer meal beef lo mein voila (can I get an amen?!). "Perfection is not success. Success is obeying God." I think I'm probably adding quite a few of my own ideas to His list.












