In the quiet of my heart, God gently reminds me of how His fingerprints are all over my life.
I look around and see Him.
From when I was a little girl dreaming of my future, I wanted the life I have now.
I wanted to have a pile of kids, a home….create a haven for my family in this crazy world.
Show them how God’s love covers them from head to toe.
Guide them down the path of life and kiss them with grace when they fall.
Read stories snuggled on the couch and bake loads of yummy cookies.
I wanted to make them cozy quilts, dance with them to loud music, and laugh till we cry.
I am so thankful God has given me the very desires of my heart as a mother.
Is life easy? No way.
Has God always been there?
Every step of the way.
Every single step.
I know I’m far from perfect.
We moms are the first to admit we don’t have it all figured out.
But our hearts are here. We wear them on our sleeve.
We love, we nurture, we try our best to make our homes the safest place in the world.
And when we look back at being a mother, we don’t remember how we failed to wash every dish or wipe every tear.
We grin instead at all the memories.
Instead of measuring your mom success against the impossible worldly standards…instead of looking at others and comparing your faults to their successes, sit down in the quiet of your soul.
Know your very best is enough.
God chose you to mother your children. You.
And He doesn’t make mistakes, remember?
God’s precious details.
When you choose to find them, when you open your eyes and really look around, you will see God’s blessings shouting forth.
God notices you.
He sees your struggles, your tears in the corner of your eye, your uncertainty as a mom.
That’s right where He wants you.
Depending on Him.
Just as your children depend upon you for their very existence, depend on God for wisdom and strength.
His supply is never ending and He is here to take care of you.
He holds mothers up with His strong hands.
Let Him help you.
Give Him the million rocks you carry and rest knowing He’s got you.
And don’t forget to smile.
Because you are beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
Yum, yum, yum. Best, best, best! Amen. 💗💗💗
Your sweet mother sent this to me, Amy, and it made me cry. I spent a wonderful afternoon with my son; my daughter is not speaking to me at this time. Such conflicting emotions…what to do with all of that churning in my heart? Ahhhh…as you reminded us, “He holds mothers up with his strong hands. Let him help you…” So, I WILL “give him those rocks and remember~ I AM stunning.” Thank you for the beautiful encouragement. God has gifted you with poignant words, Amy. You are using them to glorify Him as you lift up others. May you be blessed with the same.