One thing that I was never warned about when becoming a new mom was that I would be saying “I’m sorry” to my newborn son multiple times throughout the day. I probably say “I’m sorry” about 100 times a day. No, I’m serious.
personal, inspirational
God may be receiving the utmost glory in the midst of you feeling like you’re failing at everything. The angels may be rejoicing, when you can’t grasp any of your intended accomplishments. Maybe the goal isn’t physical results, but a Galatians 5 Holy Spirit-bred fruit.
motherhood, personal
“How many children did you say you wanted?” my beautician asked abruptly.
All eyes turned to my small demeanor.
I sat silent.
To all my mamas out there with little ones… you’re not alone. This is just a season. I now look back to this picture and smile…on a day that I cried.
personal
While my friend and I were chatting, I witnessed my mother talking in immense detail about a fern—a type of flowerless plant. My mom wanted to know where the fern was purchased, how much water the fern required, and which window the fern needed to be placed in order to get the maximum amount of light. They talked for over half an hour. My friend and I looked at our mothers in astonishment. We then promised one another that we would never become like our mothers—talking at length about a plant. We were destined to do more important things in our life.
