Ephesians 6:12 For we are not fighting against flesh and blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in the dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places
I have started a routine. I wake up every morning, do my devotional, say my prayers..."help me to be a better mother, a better wife. Help me have patience today. Take away any hold the past has on my children. Keep my husband safe at work. Help us all to have a good day." There's nothing wrong with that prayer but is that my only prayer?
Yesterday morning I woke up to that routine. Did my devotions, said my prayers, I felt empty afterwards. What was I missing? I clearly felt God speaking to me that I was missing the most important thing. What's the most important part of my life? My husband and kids? Where's God in that list? Punch to the gut. In the midst of trying to be the best mom and wife I could be I forgot to prioritize God at the top of my list. I didn't forget God but I didn't put Him where he belongs. As my #1. Since I stopped helping with the youth group I have let God down. I used to put Him at the center of everything so that I could do my best to do His work and worship Him with my whole life but somewhere along the line I stopped. I was letting Satan's lies in, that my life in this house is more important than God's glory. Ephesians 6:12 was the first verse that popped up after this revelation.
My prayers have changed. I started a new devotional, changed my prayers to include praying for others and most of all praising God. "Lord, help me not to forget!" Let us glorify God and praise Him above all else.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Confessions of a Foster Mom
Even though most days I don't feel like a "foster mom" and just feel like a normal mom, some days I'm reminded that my kids may not be mine forever and the future is not clear. Today is one of those days so I will look at my life and laugh at the crazy that it is and list my confessions.
1. My house is dirty 99.9% of the time. That .1% is usually on Friday afternoons and doesn't last long enough for anyone but me and the kids to see.
2. Youngest one uses his curly hair for a napkin. Do I wash out the food in his hair when I find it? No, I pull it out, smell it, and throw it away. Today it was a rather large piece of cheese after lunch.
3. Oldest one broke our toilet, I'm currently too tired to remember what the back part of the toilet is called but that is what is broke so it can't hold water. I attempted having everyone use the downstairs toilet but that was too much work. So everyone uses the broken toilet and we keep a bucket beside it and after about three or four uses of said toilet I fill the bucket with water and wash down the nasty inside. The bathroom now smells like pee....all. the. time. TMI? We are hillbilly.
4. I take a nap usually 6 out of 7 days out of the week. If I don't take a nap I feel like I might die.
5. I'm still tired all the time.
6. Today for lunch the kids had bologna, cheese, and grapes. The thought of that makes me want to vomit. I'm not a healthy mom.
7. The inside of our van looks like it got hit by a tornado. Toys, clothes, and probably French fries are strewn throughout. I'm not a clean mom. Daughter of clean sister told me my van is messy. Yes, yes it is.
8. Foster classes may be my least favorite thing on Earth.
9. My pride is no longer where it used to be. I used to refuse help and try to do it all on my own. Now any help offered is taken with little or no resistance....unless I'm feeling a rare burst of energy.
10. Oldest and youngest one love to be held like babies. Around naptime you can see me carrying my large "babies" to bed and cradling them. My back does not thank me. Did I mention I have large boys?
11. I wonder what husband thinks I do with my days. The house is usually messy, supper is easy food, and toys are everywhere.
12. Naptime has been in effect for about 15 minutes. I have to stop now because if I don't I may miss my nap. That's not pretty.
1. My house is dirty 99.9% of the time. That .1% is usually on Friday afternoons and doesn't last long enough for anyone but me and the kids to see.
2. Youngest one uses his curly hair for a napkin. Do I wash out the food in his hair when I find it? No, I pull it out, smell it, and throw it away. Today it was a rather large piece of cheese after lunch.
3. Oldest one broke our toilet, I'm currently too tired to remember what the back part of the toilet is called but that is what is broke so it can't hold water. I attempted having everyone use the downstairs toilet but that was too much work. So everyone uses the broken toilet and we keep a bucket beside it and after about three or four uses of said toilet I fill the bucket with water and wash down the nasty inside. The bathroom now smells like pee....all. the. time. TMI? We are hillbilly.
4. I take a nap usually 6 out of 7 days out of the week. If I don't take a nap I feel like I might die.
5. I'm still tired all the time.
6. Today for lunch the kids had bologna, cheese, and grapes. The thought of that makes me want to vomit. I'm not a healthy mom.
7. The inside of our van looks like it got hit by a tornado. Toys, clothes, and probably French fries are strewn throughout. I'm not a clean mom. Daughter of clean sister told me my van is messy. Yes, yes it is.
8. Foster classes may be my least favorite thing on Earth.
9. My pride is no longer where it used to be. I used to refuse help and try to do it all on my own. Now any help offered is taken with little or no resistance....unless I'm feeling a rare burst of energy.
10. Oldest and youngest one love to be held like babies. Around naptime you can see me carrying my large "babies" to bed and cradling them. My back does not thank me. Did I mention I have large boys?
11. I wonder what husband thinks I do with my days. The house is usually messy, supper is easy food, and toys are everywhere.
12. Naptime has been in effect for about 15 minutes. I have to stop now because if I don't I may miss my nap. That's not pretty.
Monday, October 7, 2013
The Perfect Woman
What is the perfect woman? The answer is different to different people. Is it the woman who has the career, the family, and the perfect home? The woman who is a size 2 and looks perfect whenever she steps out her front door? Or maybe the mom who's kids are the perfect combination of sweet and sassy and she can laugh off the bratty ornery things they do. And then there's the Martha Stewart who's home is always in perfect condition and always has the best decorations and recipes. Or a combination of all of the above?
I have always dealt with self esteem issues. Never felt quite pretty enough, quite sweet enough, or quite outgoing enough. I have compared myself to other women and tried to change my personality, jean size, and heart. Why? Because I'm not the perfect woman. What kind of society do we live in? I remember when I lived in Jamaica I lost 30 pounds through constant sickness, mono, and parasites. What was the world's response? "You look amazing!" "You are so skinny, you look so good!" How sad. When I was at my most unhealthy state was when I got the most compliments. I'm guilty of doing the same thing. I compliment people on their weight loss never thinking it may not be a healthy weight loss. But that outside look of perfection is closer. I'm no longer those 30 pounds lighter, I don't look perfect enough. Do people judge me?
Over the past months I have had to deal with a new issue of self esteem problems. The issue of being the perfect mother. Man, it is harder than people make it look! I can never seem to get through a day without snapping at one of the boys. I can't seem to keep my house clean, meals made, and do fun activities with the boys consistently. So many days I feel like a failure. I look at other moms who post pictures of their perfect house with kids with smiling faces and healthy meals on top of it. I am a failure. I sent S to bed as early as possible because I couldn't take another lie or another word of attitude spewed in my direction. I couldn't hold my anger anymore and snapped yet again and seem to have done more damage than good. Every morning I wake up and pray that God will help me be patient and loving to my boys and not let them see my frustration. Most days I wait till naptime or bedtime and hang my head in shame that I'm not the mom I want to be. I wonder what others think if they look at me and the way I mother my children. Do they see the failure I am or do I hide it well enough?
Recently a fellow mom text me to vent her frustrations. She's not perfect either. She snapped at her kids. She feels like a failure. Oh how I know the feeling. How many other women out there are aiming for perfection and feel like they aren't reaching it? Whether it is mothering, jean size, or any other issue that comes up. How do we help? Do we look and judge? I know that is why I hide my fears and only show them to my husband. I don't want to be looked down on. Let's stop hiding! Let's use our self esteem issues to grow and help others. God has shown me that I'm not perfect but He created me for HIS workmanship, not for my own fears and pride. Let's encourage one another and not judge. What a lesson to me. I was not put on this Earth to point out others' imperfection to them or to perfect myself. I was put on this Earth to encourage and serve our Lord. After all, there is no perfect woman.
Hebrews 10
19 Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, 20 by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, 21 and since we have a great priest over the house of God, 22 let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. 23 Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.
I have always dealt with self esteem issues. Never felt quite pretty enough, quite sweet enough, or quite outgoing enough. I have compared myself to other women and tried to change my personality, jean size, and heart. Why? Because I'm not the perfect woman. What kind of society do we live in? I remember when I lived in Jamaica I lost 30 pounds through constant sickness, mono, and parasites. What was the world's response? "You look amazing!" "You are so skinny, you look so good!" How sad. When I was at my most unhealthy state was when I got the most compliments. I'm guilty of doing the same thing. I compliment people on their weight loss never thinking it may not be a healthy weight loss. But that outside look of perfection is closer. I'm no longer those 30 pounds lighter, I don't look perfect enough. Do people judge me?
Over the past months I have had to deal with a new issue of self esteem problems. The issue of being the perfect mother. Man, it is harder than people make it look! I can never seem to get through a day without snapping at one of the boys. I can't seem to keep my house clean, meals made, and do fun activities with the boys consistently. So many days I feel like a failure. I look at other moms who post pictures of their perfect house with kids with smiling faces and healthy meals on top of it. I am a failure. I sent S to bed as early as possible because I couldn't take another lie or another word of attitude spewed in my direction. I couldn't hold my anger anymore and snapped yet again and seem to have done more damage than good. Every morning I wake up and pray that God will help me be patient and loving to my boys and not let them see my frustration. Most days I wait till naptime or bedtime and hang my head in shame that I'm not the mom I want to be. I wonder what others think if they look at me and the way I mother my children. Do they see the failure I am or do I hide it well enough?
Recently a fellow mom text me to vent her frustrations. She's not perfect either. She snapped at her kids. She feels like a failure. Oh how I know the feeling. How many other women out there are aiming for perfection and feel like they aren't reaching it? Whether it is mothering, jean size, or any other issue that comes up. How do we help? Do we look and judge? I know that is why I hide my fears and only show them to my husband. I don't want to be looked down on. Let's stop hiding! Let's use our self esteem issues to grow and help others. God has shown me that I'm not perfect but He created me for HIS workmanship, not for my own fears and pride. Let's encourage one another and not judge. What a lesson to me. I was not put on this Earth to point out others' imperfection to them or to perfect myself. I was put on this Earth to encourage and serve our Lord. After all, there is no perfect woman.
Hebrews 10
19 Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, 20 by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, 21 and since we have a great priest over the house of God, 22 let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. 23 Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
On The Radio
Thank you Wende at 88.7 The Bridge for sharing my story. How awesome to hear my words put out there!
Since I'm not tech smart, this is the only way I could figure out how to add audio to my blog...copy and paste the link below and click on download and the link for the radio segment should start playing, it's in mp3 form.
https://sites.google.com/site/infertilitymedia/infertilitymp3
Since I'm not tech smart, this is the only way I could figure out how to add audio to my blog...copy and paste the link below and click on download and the link for the radio segment should start playing, it's in mp3 form.
Monday, September 16, 2013
The "I" Word
A while ago I wrote a blog on what not to say to foster parents. Well this blog is an equally cautious post of mine on the "I" word...infertility. That ugly word that people don't ever want to say and avoid at all costs. That word that if it is part of your life will stay there forever but you can't talk to too many people about it because it makes so many people uncomfortable. The word that will make people always feel sorry for you even if you don't want the pity. However the people that do want to talk about it are usually people you aren't that close to and they ask the questions you don't want to answer.
Questions Not to Ask or Statements Not to Make:
1. Why can't you have kids?
First off I really don't think you will understand the medical terminology behind it and it's more
complicated and detailed than I think you really want to hear. So I will just answer with..."for
several reasons and it's complicated."
2. Is it because of you or him?
Another question that basically is none of your business and I will leave it at that.
3. That's my worst fear.
Thank you, I'm glad that I'm living your nightmare and that you are thinking of yourself through
my pain.
4. Wait till you adopt, then it will happen.
As often as you hear about this happening it really is not that common and I don't go into adoption
with that being my goal.
5. I can't imagine not being able to carry my own child
Again, how sensitive of you to add this thought to my life...I hadn't thought of that.
Along with the annoyances listed above I've had several blessings along this path of life called infertility. I have the most beautiful children in the world that I could possibly imagine living in my home. I'm sorry but I can't even imagine an image of what our biological children could have looked like measuring up to the beauty of my kids. (Pride now being taken into check) Another amazing blessing has been that friends have been able to come to me with their struggles of trying to get pregnant and I can feel their fears and give them what little words of wisdom I have and can be a person for them to confide in. I rejoice with them when those prayed for children come along and I can pray for them when they don't want anyone else to know the pain of what is going on. What a blessing God has given me.
I am delighted with the life God has given me and I would love to talk to any women who are struggling with infertility or just simply haven't been able to get pregnant and don't know what the next step is. Why are we not educated on this? Please, please, stop asking those wives who have been married a year or two when they are going to have a baby. If it's been awhile since they've been married they may be trying to get pregnant and don't want to share that with anyone and that question just brings up the pain of waiting. I know I didn't want to share this with too many people.
It is still painful at times. For example my husband and I were recently watching a movie where one of the main characters was unable to be pregnant and another one had a miscarriage. All of a sudden those raw emotions came back to me. Emotions that I thought were long gone came out in sobs and anguish. But most days I don't think about it and I'm not sad I don't have that biological child because the children I have are where they are meant to be. With me and my husband, their parents. So don't feel sorry for me. Praise God for his blessings!!
And I will finish this again with this, if you have said these things to me please don't apologize because I'm not upset or angry, just trying to put my thoughts out there.
Questions Not to Ask or Statements Not to Make:
1. Why can't you have kids?
First off I really don't think you will understand the medical terminology behind it and it's more
complicated and detailed than I think you really want to hear. So I will just answer with..."for
several reasons and it's complicated."
2. Is it because of you or him?
Another question that basically is none of your business and I will leave it at that.
3. That's my worst fear.
Thank you, I'm glad that I'm living your nightmare and that you are thinking of yourself through
my pain.
4. Wait till you adopt, then it will happen.
As often as you hear about this happening it really is not that common and I don't go into adoption
with that being my goal.
5. I can't imagine not being able to carry my own child
Again, how sensitive of you to add this thought to my life...I hadn't thought of that.
Along with the annoyances listed above I've had several blessings along this path of life called infertility. I have the most beautiful children in the world that I could possibly imagine living in my home. I'm sorry but I can't even imagine an image of what our biological children could have looked like measuring up to the beauty of my kids. (Pride now being taken into check) Another amazing blessing has been that friends have been able to come to me with their struggles of trying to get pregnant and I can feel their fears and give them what little words of wisdom I have and can be a person for them to confide in. I rejoice with them when those prayed for children come along and I can pray for them when they don't want anyone else to know the pain of what is going on. What a blessing God has given me.
I am delighted with the life God has given me and I would love to talk to any women who are struggling with infertility or just simply haven't been able to get pregnant and don't know what the next step is. Why are we not educated on this? Please, please, stop asking those wives who have been married a year or two when they are going to have a baby. If it's been awhile since they've been married they may be trying to get pregnant and don't want to share that with anyone and that question just brings up the pain of waiting. I know I didn't want to share this with too many people.
It is still painful at times. For example my husband and I were recently watching a movie where one of the main characters was unable to be pregnant and another one had a miscarriage. All of a sudden those raw emotions came back to me. Emotions that I thought were long gone came out in sobs and anguish. But most days I don't think about it and I'm not sad I don't have that biological child because the children I have are where they are meant to be. With me and my husband, their parents. So don't feel sorry for me. Praise God for his blessings!!
And I will finish this again with this, if you have said these things to me please don't apologize because I'm not upset or angry, just trying to put my thoughts out there.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Pinterest, I Hate You!
If I'm ever tempted to try something crafty anytime soon please someone remind me to never think I am crafty or that I should even try crafty things anytime in the future. Becky homecky I am not. So I decided that it was time to redo S's room. The room he has been in was our storage room and we got the kids so quick that we never did anything to it and it was starting to depress me. So I decided as much as S loves sports that a sports theme room would be perfect, so of course I turned to Pinterest. See pics below, my inspiration.
I saw this baseball dresser on Pinterest and thought, perfect! So I bought an old dresser and today I set to work. I had taped off the part for the seams (is that what they're called?) and set to painting. I started off using spray paint, umm can we say streaky and looking like tie dye? So I went and got a roller to even things out. Of course I pick a ruined roller that somehow made the drawer bumpy and awful looking. So I decided to leave the drawer alone Raph could help me fix it later. I moved on to the next drawers and decided to spray paint and then use a brush with other white paint over the spray paint. Worked good on the next drawer except I didn't let the spray paint dry first so again, clumpy. After a very frustrated call to husband I decided to call it quits and he will help me with it later.
To top it all off all three boys were outside playing which I thought would make it very easy to get this done because they love playing outside. Well S decided to make this a frustrate mommy day and came into the garage over and over to ask me any question he could think of, throw fits and refused to stay away from the wet dresser. So mommy blew a fuse and yelled and then apologized and prayed that the rest of the day would go better and her anger would stay in check. We all moved inside and things didn't get any better. All the kids continued to throw fits and after lunch I quick put them to bed and decided to move on to the bedroom.
First off we had painted three of S's walls a pretty bright blue. The fourth wall was going to be that snazzy football pictured. Easy right? Well I am miss impatient and husband has been super busy at work and tired when he gets home and he helped me do the other three walls the other night so I decided to do the football wall by myself. First off I don't think I've ever had to cut before (that is what it's called right? going around the edges?), husband always does that. So I started off doing that and let's just say it was not up to par. So, frustrated again I got down from the chair I was standing on and felt my foot hit something. I could have cried. Here I had knocked over the paint and before I got to it half of the can had spilled onto the sheet. Have you ever seen half a can of paint spilled? It is a mess!! It was already starting to go through the sheet onto the carpet so I quick rolled the sheet up, wiped up the paint on the floor and headed down to the laundry room to rinse out the sheet. Have you ever tried to rinse half a can of paint out of a sheet? Again, a mess! I had to ring that sheet out over and over and over and thought I finally had most of it out. Brown paint was pretty much all over my laundry room and the sheet dripped brown as I took it outside to hang it up praying that it would just dry. My feet were brown, my hands were brown, the floor was brown.
I think next time I redo a room I will paint all four walls the same color and make sure Raph is there to help me. And Ikea seems like a good place to get simple furniture instead of trying to be crafty. I'm still not sure what's going to happen to that wall or that dresser. For now I will sit on the couch and not touch anything to do with paint, furniture, or walls.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
My Aim
Some mornings I have to sit down and look at my life and try to figure out how I can be a better person/mother/wife/friend/sister. So many days I feel like such a failure. I get angry too fast. I am too impatient with those around me. I'm selfish in what I want. How do I change that? I turn to God. This morning I decided to do a double whammy of what I want to be and looked to the Bible.
Whammy#1
Proverbs 31
10 [d] An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
14 She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
15 She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17 She dresses herself[e] with strength
and makes her arms strong.
18 She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
20 She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.[f]
22 She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates.
Whammy#2
1 Corinthians 13
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] 6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
13 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
God I can't do this life without your help. I want to be full of love and show that in every aspect of my life and every step of my walk. I want to do good and not harm. I want to be patient. Help me.
Whammy#1
Proverbs 31
10 [d] An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
14 She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
15 She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17 She dresses herself[e] with strength
and makes her arms strong.
18 She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
20 She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.[f]
22 She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates.
Whammy#2
1 Corinthians 13
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] 6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
13 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
God I can't do this life without your help. I want to be full of love and show that in every aspect of my life and every step of my walk. I want to do good and not harm. I want to be patient. Help me.
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