I don’t normally reblog posts by other writers, but this hit home for me and reminded me of a saying we have in the rooms of recovery: “do the next right thing.” It’s helped me so much. So I had to share this with all of you!
In 1982, my parents found out that they would be welcoming a new baby into their home. They were in their 20’s, had been married for two years, were working full-time on a church staff and were really in the “prime of their life”. To say they were excited is an understatement! Anyone who has ever known my mother can testify that she is THE “Baby Lady”. She somehow knows all the tricks of the trade and can pacify the most difficult infants. One of my mom’s spiritual gifts is compassion. I mean, this is a LADY who rescues beetles that randomly come into her home and places them back outside because “they have families…..the baby beetles need their mommy” (of course)!
When my mother was about seven months into her pregnancy, she went home one day from a full day of teaching and decided to take a nap. She…
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