I walked into church and my friend just stopped and looked at me. I asked "what?" Wondering if I had something on my face or if there was something I didn't know about (it happens, ha ha). She answered "I was waiting for you to smile".
A mircale that this condition is gone and even the doctor said "this doesn't happen". But, the bigger miracle isn't in the taking away the hard but that My God comes close and walks with me even in the hard. In what is now our everyday life.
I pray, "Lord, I believe!" But where my faith is lacking "help my unbelief".
I've prayed "Father, teach me where this line is" . But maybe there isn't a line at all. All this is in His hands. Yes, there is responsibility on my part but there isn't a line in between. Maybe the responsibility that is on me as a mom is also in His hands.