Attacked

Satan's really been trying to attack me lately. Feelings of guilt over not being able to give my boys everything they want or be with them all the time. It's so hard as a mom to not be able to see your babies everyday...it's just not supposed to be that way. And yet, life has been so much more positive since we escaped the situation of life as it used to be. The boys and I are doing well. I hate Saturday nights though. That's when I have to send them back to their dad. They, especially my youngest, don't want to go. He cries and reaches for me...it absolutely breaks my heart that there is not a thing I can do but make him go. My oldest is sometimes that way but usually he is excited to see his dad. I pray for them so much on the days we are apart. I just miss them so much. The past couple of weeks I've just been beside myself. If I do something fun, I feel bad that they are not there. If I'm doing nothing, I feel bad that they are not there...I just feel bad that they are not with me all the time. I want them to be. SO BADLY! I'm at work right now; looking at their precious photos on my cubicle wall...missing them. I pray that they have fun at church this morning. I pray that the Lord will keep them safe. I pray that He will protect them from the lies of their earthly father. I pray that He'd bring us back together safely. I pray that He would bless them with great futures; full of REAL love and happiness and success. Not necessarily wealth in riches; but wealth and success in love, in showing others Christ's love, in friendships, in happiness....the things that really matter. And that our bond as mother and sons is never broken. I love them more than anything next to God who is my constant. Thank you Lord for my boys! Bless them and keep them! Amen.