This glorious thing called motherhood – without a doubt – the biggest tool that the Lord has used to change, sharpen, and mold me.
And I am continually mystified by it. How motherhood gives me no greater joy. Yet, it is through revelations during ‘it’ that I have had some of my darkest moments. I am frequently left baffled – left with my mouth open – left wondering ‘how in the world did that just happen’ – left wondering how I was entrusted to raise these little souls – left totally spent at the beauty and enormity of it all.
I have been having some dramatic days as of late :)
‘Hear my cry, O God. From the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge , a strong tower against the enemy.’ Psalm 61
Yet all of the drama gets reduced to something quite simple: I am the daughter of a most loving God. Pray more and believe in its power! Give thanks continually.
Even as I type these words, I am somewhat chuckling because I know that I will be dramatic and crazy and overwhelmed all too soon again. And God, in his graciousness, will teach me lessons that are so very simple and wonderful in nature.