C wore this outfit this past weekend. Why on earth are baby clothes so much cuter than adult clothes. I mean.. that hat. kills.me.
This morning I held C a little closer than normal. Sometimes fears set in. hard. I fear I'll lose him, he'll lose me, he won't come to know Jesus one day, I wont be a good mother, and on and on and on. You mommas out there know what I'm talking about. He's growing so quickly, and I already don't remember what it was like when he was small enough to cuddle on my shoulder. It's devastating how quickly they grow. As I was sitting there holding him so tightly that he was squirming to get free, I just had to stop and ask Jesus to take those fears away. He is sovereign, He is in control, and, most importantly, C belongs to Him. I am just a vessel. When I start to dwell on thoughts like Jesus loves him more than I ever possibly could, all those fears seem to vanish. Those fears are not from the Lord. Mommas out there... give your sweet babies to Jesus every single day. It's the only way I make it through the day sometimes.