After a day like this, I stumble into bedtime cuddles to find my seven year old dream girl scribbling worship and a mother’s heart can melt when the child that grew within, stretching skin thin, stretches this heart wide silencing the enemy with praise. We kneel for prayers and I think I really can see God in all of this for truth will always triumph in the end.
From the mouth of children and infants you have founded strength
on account of your enemies,
to silence the enemy and the avenger. ~Psalm 8:2 ~