Isaiah 55:8-9
It's currently around 1 a.m., and I'm wide awake watching my baby sleep. My perfect, growing-too-fast, energetic baby who is almost a whole year old. A whole year with him has already flown by. The realization that a year has already come and gone sends my apprehensive mind into overdrive. Is he reaching all his milestones appropriately? Am I doing a good job helping him learn and grow? Is he happy? And then all the "what-if"s... God knows I have a tendency to overthink and overanalyze, so in the midst of all my present overanalyzing, He reminds me of when we had just found out I was pregnant. The initial elation of the news quickly replaced with a similar slew of fears. Is my baby reaching all its milestones appropriately? Am I doing everything I can to help my baby grow? And the one that caused the most sleepless nights-- what if something happens and the heart stops beating ? I didn't think I could handle the grief. I went to every ultrasound sick with