Torn

Skyla leaves this week. The time with her has been so difficult. I have put so much energy into parenting her. I am grateful for the call to serve and for the calling to be over. It is a tender mercy. I am grateful. I am tired. I am sad. I am glad for the tiny glimpses of making a difference. Otherwise, I think I really would go crazy. There is a temptation to feel ineffective and incapable. And I don't choose that. Shut up, Satan. You don't even have any children. Good luck, Skyla. I hope the best for you.