In every season...

It's one of those seasons where I get frustrated and worry. A season that has led us to seek counsel about our son, Noah. He has ADHD and was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome several months ago. Even before his diagnosis, I worried about him and stressed myself out trying to "fix him." What I'm really discovering is that he doesn't need to be "fixed." He needs to be what God intended for him and I need to shepherd his little heart better. I was convicted of so many things this morning as I was with him at the doctor's office. This diagnosis is not the end of the world for me or for him. This is a season where God will, without doubt, teach us so much about ourselves and even more about Him. He is calling us to trust Him... to cast our cares upon Him... to let Him do the work... to let Him mold our little Noah into what He desires!

Although some days are really difficult, I'm determined to rest on the promises of our God. The God who provides . The God who is always faithful. My rock. My refuge. My strength!

I'm thankful to be Noah's Mom!