Growing. While I hope to be shrinking, I find that internally I am expanding . . . growing. Growing in what it means to be a mature adult and handle my feelings in a non-volcanic way, void of an eruption.
Growing. Being ok with bugs taking up residence in my refrigerator.
Growing. Being bolder with my faith and being able to give a reason for the hope which I have and profess.
Growing. Being quicker to ask for forgiveness and admit when I have been in the wrong. (However if I haven’t apologized to you, maybe I don’t know I offended you.)
Growing. In a knowledge of essential oil.
Growing. Abounding in a new love for my children that can laugh at once annoying things (thank you amino supplements).
Growing. Strength, determination, grit to slay the beast of gluttony and put a noose around my lazy thyroid or pituitary gland to guide it into submission; rather, wake them up.
Growing. Seeing my absolute necessity to be in the Word before my children wake up.
Growing. Just when I thought I couldn’t adore the Engineer any more . . . my heart expands even more because of some humorous antic he has performed.
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