Just one of those weeks...

...maybe it was too many sleepless nights dealing with sickness with kiddo.

...maybe because I have lots on my mind...

Either way, I feel a little scattered...probably a lot like this post.

I have spilled milk all over the floor, put stuff the freezer that doesn't belong in there, left my belongings everywhere I went, burnt cookies due to setting the timer for an hour...seriously, one of those weeks.And...I felt like a failure in my relationships, hurt by actions of others, leaving me confused in my friendships...safe to say, I have felt somewhat invisible by those I've trusted deeply. And that hurts.

But after a brisk walk and praying for God to show me His hand of strength in my weakness, I arrived home with my kiddos ready for devotions and getting tucked in for bed. After we prayed and hugged, I left their rooms. I stood the the hall waiting to them to settle. My little girl started to whimper. My son jumps to her rescue and asks her what is wrong. She responds," I wanted daddy to pray for no bad dreams." We actually had but she must have forgotten. My son tells her to calm down so that he can pray with her. Her tears stop. He prays a sweet and loving prayer for her and over her dreams. He says goodnight and goes back to his bed.

I just cried. I felt like God had told me not to worry about others but concentrate on what right in front of me. What God has placed in my life. What I witnessed was so precious.

I can only control me, my thoughts and my actions. I am so thankful though that God cares about every detail in my life, not just what He deems as important. And I'm so thankfully, that God has blessed me with amazing children that God uses to teach me.