Sometimes it takes every last bit of energy I have to read nighttime stories to Little Miss but when I close the book, tuck the covers around her tiny little body and turn out the light I know that these are the days that I will remember and wish I could go back and have one more night of a three-year old nighttime routine.
When I hold Bubby close to me with his fleece blanket wrapped around him as snug as a bug I cherish that he is still my little baby boy and let's me hold and rock him. This time is fleeting. This time is hard and that's very real but I need to remind myself to not wish the days away. I will never regret taking the extra time to hold these babies, someday they won't need me to hold them.
I'm choosing to see the good it's creating in me to sacrifice and pour into these little people. Rather than seeing it as an inconvenience to my schedule. I'm choosing to be refined by motherhood rather than to grow frustrated and bitter. It's easy to forget that this life of motherhood is the one I always wanted. This world and the things around me tell me otherwise all too often. While reading Desperate yesterday this really spoke to me.
I am praying hard for more obedience in all of these areas. I want to approach this battle of life, motherhood and womanhood with joy and obedience. If you're reading Desperate you need to click HERE so you can join in on the online book club.