Mother’s Day

This year. This year wasn’t sad.

This year wasn’t filled with tears and pain and the bewilderment of my life having tipped over.

This year I chose to remember my daughter. Her birth. My sons. The blessing of their short lives. My unborn child. The hope he brings to us.

This Mother’s Day, we spent it as a family. Simply. Quietly. Thankful for a year that has brought so many revelations.

I found peace and strength this year on a day that isn’t going to be carefree or really about me ever again. I prayed that God would give me eyes of gratefulness for what has been placed before me, even briefly.

I’m so blessed to have this little family of mine. Who wants to shower me with love even though I’m a cranky, short tempered, half hearted mother and wife so often. I don’t deserve it. Yet here they are with me.

Thank you Lord that you gave me the chance to be a broken, desperate, human mama to 4 little ones and a wife to a man I can’t even begin to explain how proud I am of. Let them look back and see your grace through my mess.