I know this in my bones: It’s easy when you grow up a certain way to declare that NEVER will your children suffer the same tragedies. And maybe they won’t. But they will suffer.
I’m not gonna lie. Mother’s Day this year was rough for me. I’m still learning to sort through all the wounds of the past, to sift through what is real and what isn’t, to let the right things go, to dive deeper where I must, to allow God into the pain.
I took a walk to the sea-salt water with my daughter today. She is 9 months old. And a year ago, when I first learned I was having a daughter, fear overwhelmed me. Because I had deep dark scars and mothering a girl terrified the still-broken parts of me. We walked along the road. MercyContinue reading “A Mighty Work: The Beginning, Part 1”
I’m writing this for me. I’m preaching to the choir. I need this today. Because, I need to remember that motherhood was never intended to be picture perfect or even halfway presentable most of the time. ••• Motherhood is hard hard draining exhausting work. X 100. God gives us these little people and we holdContinue reading “The Meaning of Motherhood: Honest Words to Myself”