My Mother-in-law Hijacked My Confidence
If I could go back in time and change something, I would tell myself at twenty-two to take a deep breath and be confident, square my shoulders and say to my Nazi mother-in-law, “back off!”
I never pleased her. Okay, I forgot to serve her son orange juice for a bedtime snack. He laughed at that one and told me to ignore her. I chose the baby’s name without her approval. My lasagna recipe never met her expectations.
I was anything but confident back then, but this mogul drew me to my knees. The pain of not measuring up becomes fertile soil to seek a Savior! Ah, Jesus waits for us to break so He can pour His perfect love into us and teach us how to withstand every earthly blow!
I’m thankful for my mother-in-law. She drove me into God’s loving arms where I became a confident woman.
“Even if my father or mother abandons me, the Lord cares for me.” Psalm 27:10
I am linking this post to Five Minute Friday where writers write for five minutes about today’s word: confident.
I also want to say a special thank you to several friends who sent me emails or notes concerned for me since I’ve been absent from my blog. All is well here and I appreciate being missed. My healed knees allowed me to pursue new interests leaving little time to be on line or to write which I also love. My routine shifted this past year with new doors swinging open for me. I never wrote that "I'm closing this blog" post because I hope to resurrect my blog even if I can only get in on a fun prompt!