Mercies new every morning.
Especially for me.
So thankful that this is a thing with God.
Praying that this would be a thing with me.
Because I love this tiny boy so much I can't breath.
And I want him to know, even in the most fierce moments of his anger.
My love is fiercer still.
And some evenings, I need to sit beside his bed and remember the depth of that love.
Because tomorrow is a new day.
With new mercies.
From God. From me.
From God. For me.