I lay in bed this morning thinking about why God chose me to be Ben's mom.
It could not have been for my patience because I surely did not have a lot. Nor could it have been for my empathetic nature because you would be hard-pressed to use those words to describe me. My mild temper was non-existent, so surely not for that.
But wait, that was me before Ben. I do have a little patience, some empathy and my temper can be controlled, now.
Perhaps that's why God gave Ben to me. So I could grow.
Why did God choose you to be your child's mom or dad? Where have you stretched yourself so that you can be the best parent for your child?