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More Than Enough

I must begin by admitting that I woke up today with much trepidation and a lot of fear. Fear for the future and what it does or doesn't hold. Fear that this may happen again or we may have a sick baby. But, I got up. I got ready and went through the motions of getting Jack ready for Jungle Gym. On our way to his gym class I began to pray aloud, as I do every morning on our way to our daily adventure. Jackson usually just sits in the back playing with his toys, unfazed. This time, however, was different. He called "mommy mommy." I told him I was praying and asked him if he wanted to pray. He said, "ok." So, I asked to say the following prayer: "Thank You, Jesus, for this day. Amen!" He said it perfectly and excitedly!

I have had the song "More Than Enough" stuck in my head for a few days. I've been thinking about the words, "All of You is more than enough for all of me, for every thirst and every need..." I've been pondering these words for a while asking myself if I truly believe them. If everything was taken from me would God be enough? He answered that question for me loud and clear today! He is more than enough and will fill every thirst and every need I have. He did it today when I got to hear my little boy say his first prayer and utter Jesus' name. God knows exactly what we need at exactly the right time even when we don't ask and feel lost. He is more than enough!


This is Jackson after he prayed. He was very proud of himself! This could have been because his mommy was clapping and crying and telling him wildly how proud she was of him. By the way, I was stopped when I tok the picture:)

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Reed said…
I am praying that God takes you fear and gives you peace. Everything is going to be alright. Hugs~Kadi
January 29, 2008 at 3:01 PM
GioMitchTrev said…
God sure does work in mysterious ways!
January 29, 2008 at 3:10 PM
Whitney said…
I completely agree. I think God is letting you know through Jackson that everything is going to be okay :)
January 30, 2008 at 11:00 AM
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