Nearly two months into this school routine, and I still die inside a little every morning I send my very first Kindergartener off on her bus. I never realized what an adjustment it would be, for me! Rushed, stressful, tearful mornings like today leave me feeling especially wretched. The fear that I am falling short or downright failing sometimes torments me.
My thought pattern including self doubt needs some serious recalibration. I'll just say it... healing. But I know my battle is not against flesh and blood, and that my Father did not give me a spirit of fear, but of Power, Love and Self-control. He picked me to be her momma for a good reason which I may not see, but for which I am forever grateful. He is the Maker, the Author and the Finisher and I already have victory (including peace and wholeness - nothing missing, nothing broken) in His name.