Been sitting here trying to write a Birthday letter to my birthday boy and all of it ends up in parental grief and shame. I've blown it big with this kid and I know in my crappy humanity I will continue to. I pray the Lord will repay my boy for the years the locusts have eaten. Desperately clinging to the fact that God's grace is sufficient in my weaknesses. Jesus help me with this parenting gig because tonight it feels like I completely stink at it. God if I have snuffed out any of my precious boy's light please make it shine bright again.
How can he possibly be nine?
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