I agree and totally understand, we need to pace ourselves. and sounds like your kids are younger, and I only have one under 10 at home, so I can retreat to my room after I learn something new if I need a break.
we all have different jobs in this fight...all of them valid as long as our aim is God and a better world:)
They are all still in school, oldest is 16 youngest is 7 but it’s my youngest that gets me the most. He is the most vulnerable and the absolute sweetest spirit I could ever hope for. He is pure joy wrapped up in a little body, special needs, been non verbal but getting his first words. The thought of someone hurting him let’s me for the first time feel like I could rip someone’s limbs off if they hurt him. My other kids I have always felt like a mama bear but it’s the sweetest little ones, the babies that anger me, and break my heart. Seeing the tiny ones with the black eyes. I couldn’t sleep the first time someone told me the reason behind them. I just pray now every day that God helps them and that those searching for them are protected and save as many as possible.
awww, i worked with special ed students, so i understand that type of sweetness. and it's hard not to worry about them/and those kids that are still out there.
just remember that it's ALL spiritual. and there are workings in the higher realms that we don't understand, we're not at 40,000 ft. like Q.
still hard to deal with, but helps to fully believe that there's a huge plan going on behind the scenes...maybe those children are angels sent to help wake us up?
I agree and totally understand, we need to pace ourselves. and sounds like your kids are younger, and I only have one under 10 at home, so I can retreat to my room after I learn something new if I need a break.
we all have different jobs in this fight...all of them valid as long as our aim is God and a better world:)
They are all still in school, oldest is 16 youngest is 7 but it’s my youngest that gets me the most. He is the most vulnerable and the absolute sweetest spirit I could ever hope for. He is pure joy wrapped up in a little body, special needs, been non verbal but getting his first words. The thought of someone hurting him let’s me for the first time feel like I could rip someone’s limbs off if they hurt him. My other kids I have always felt like a mama bear but it’s the sweetest little ones, the babies that anger me, and break my heart. Seeing the tiny ones with the black eyes. I couldn’t sleep the first time someone told me the reason behind them. I just pray now every day that God helps them and that those searching for them are protected and save as many as possible.
awww, i worked with special ed students, so i understand that type of sweetness. and it's hard not to worry about them/and those kids that are still out there.
just remember that it's ALL spiritual. and there are workings in the higher realms that we don't understand, we're not at 40,000 ft. like Q.
still hard to deal with, but helps to fully believe that there's a huge plan going on behind the scenes...maybe those children are angels sent to help wake us up?