No one could have prepared me. No words spoken could have gotten me ready for this crazy thing they call motherhood. It is exhausting and glorious. It is draining and refreshing. It is sanctifying to the point where you feel done and that it sanctifys more. Doesn't make sense. There are moments I look at my childrens' faces and I'm moved to tears by their beauty and loveliness. And I think, "God has entrusted these amazing people to me? To me?" I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Then there are moments when I want to run away. I want to run from the piles of laundry, from the dishes stacked up on the counter, from the countless toys littering the floor, from the toothpaste that spots the bathroom sink. But God whispers to me, "This is it. Even in this, I AM." And I think I am learning to turn the moments of despair, of overwhlemedness, into moments of praise and worship and quiet and stillness with the One who created me. And isn't that what life is about?
:) I understand. completely.
ReplyDeleteVery well stated! :)
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