Now, I'm here in this weird place of feeling not good enough. Not because I can't clean or organize my house. That really doesn't have much to do with it. It's just this thought that Satan is trying to put in my head that I'm not worth other people's time. I can't get over it. It stings. I can't explain it other than it makes me sad and I don't know how to deal with it.
And in the midst of the hurt of what these feelings are, I realize that really it should be about these two beautiful children that make my life a happier place!
Oh, the laughter I am blessed with because of them. And, my husband...who is the most patient man and is willing to give of his time to be with me and to do things with me. I am worth their time and you know what...that's all that really matters.