Updated: Feb 8
Being a Mom is gloriously hard. The questions are endless, the messes are many, the responsibilities are constant and the moments are precious. Late last night, both of my little girls had a nightmare and ended up in my bed. Yesterday morning, my son came up behind me and put his arm protectively around my neck. Two days ago, I was answering questions about why seeds need water to grow and why God created the spider. Last week I was doubled over weeping as I apologized for being short and rude to the three small image-bearers of God that He has allowed me to raise.
Motherhood is soul-exposing, isn’t it?