Mercies New Every Morning

Mercies new every morning.

For him.

For me.

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.