This morning I woke up feeling defeated by stupid breastfeeding. Consumed by thoughts of, “I’m a horrible mother if I give up.” But “you’re a horrible mother anyways because you can’t feed your baby.” Let’s just say I have a whole new respect for breast feeding mamas. You are my Heros!
As I lay the baby down, I began to pray and ask God for help. What should I do? Then I open the Bible to this verse,
“I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.””
Psalms 91 has to be my favorite chapter of the entire bible but I love that this spoke to me this morning. It may not be directly related to my breastfeeding break down. But my entire relationship with the Lord.
This morning I’m reminded that I’m safe. My children are safe. God is my refugee, my deliverer, my protector, my provider, my comforter, my peace, my joy, my everything. Anything that I may need today, God is. I lack nothing.
Happy Wednesday friends!