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i don't wonder if it's worth it. but sometimes i get tired: last night was so long- up every hour wiping his nose, trying to soothe him. after he awoke bright and early, spent the morning whining, and finally succumbed to a restless nap, i collapsed on the couch. fought back tired tears and felt like a flop; when i heard that whisper-voice: *thank you. for taking care of My baby.* that's when i knew every frustration every coffee-dependent day every single hour of every sleepless night was a gift to the One who made this little man. yes, some days i get tired. but i always know it's worth it.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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i don't wonder if it's worth it. but sometimes i get tired: last night was so long- up every hour wiping his nose, trying to soothe him. after he awoke bright and early, spent the morning whining, and finally succumbed to a restless nap, i collapsed on the couch. fought back tired tears and felt like a flop; when i heard that whisper-voice: *thank you. for taking care of My baby.* that's when i knew every frustration every coffee-dependent day every single hour of every sleepless night was a gift to the One who made this little man. yes, some days i get tired. but i always know it's worth it.
[life snippet of foster care]
toddarochelle
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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