To be a mother means having your heart stretched beyond what you think is possible. It’s facing up to your short-comings, finding out you know nothing and leaning heavily on God’s grace. It’s a lifetime (not 18 years) of hopes and prayers and thoughts about the one who came from your womb. It’s humbling and joyful and hard and rewarding and heart-breaking and immensely fulfilling. It’s full of little moments that give you renewed strength and joy to counter-balance a few others that can steal your sleep and rob you of every shred of peace. It’s a gift – an impossibly wonderful gift that never ends.
How grateful I am for the mother God gave to me – and how much I miss her today.
And how thankful I am for the three girls God gave me. I love them so!
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Beautifully said!
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