Perfectly Imperfect Motherhood
This Sunday is Mother's Day, and whether you are a mom of one or seven, but you know what it's like to snuggle with, care for, pray over, and even agonize about your little one(s) as you've watched them grow. Each age and stage is different, bringing its own challenges and sweet moments. It isn't easy, but it has the opportunity to deepen our walk with God as we entrust something so precious into His holy hands and learn to love sacrificially in ways we never imagined.
[Motherhood] isn't easy, but it has the opportunity to deepen our walk with God as we entrust something so precious into His holy hands and learn to love sacrificially in ways we never imagined.
That's motherhood: messy, imperfect, and precious—like the laundry that seems to never end until one day the socks and underwear start to look like a grown-ups and you miss the color and characters that used to fill the basket, the car seats filled with week-old Chick fil a nuggets, goldfish, and/or fruit snacks that cluttered the backseat suddenly vanish and suddenly you are handing them keys to the car, or the moment you sent them into school with a backpack that seemed twice their size and a world that was too big for them fast-forwarded to a bear-hug in a cap and gown with a diploma that opens doors to an even bigger world.
- It goes slow and fast.
- It is great and hard.
- It has highs and lows.
- And God is in the middle of it all—the perfectly imperfect, sacredly ordinary, and complicatedly simple—loving you all the way with his perfect grace for those messy moments, his presence as you face the unknown, and his Holy Spirit to lift you up.