Bedtimes, bathtimes, naptimes, diaper brands, solid food, breast milk, no television, Santa or not, trick or treat, head hitting, bed falling, so many toys, sleeping (mostly not), teething, sign language, flu shots, cry it out, sleeping arrangements, 15 second rule, ok 50 second rule, dog kisses, recalls, dust bunny diet, dating age, driving, boys, oh my, cell phones, sleepovers, curfews, college funds, etc.
There are endless choices and decisions to be made in this world of parenting, so much I want to protect my little angel from. But every day God is showing me just how much mercy and grace He has in store for me. He’s showing me how to not sweat the small stuff, go on with a messy house, live in pajamas, and most importantly that love isn’t calculated, researched, scheduled, or even close to being deserved.
I am by no means a planner, but something welled up inside of me when I became a mother. Something that said I would never measure up, and wasn’t fit for this gig. I found myself compensating for my insecurities, not seeking the Source, and trying to do it all myself. I failed. I learned an invaluable lesson that being insecure does not equal being humble, because essentially my thoughts are of myself, good or bad both are wrong.
In a nutshell, this process has brought me to one conclusion, one strategy. Show her love. And with a big sigh of relief, this my friends, is grace.
“If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and If I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love I am nothing. “1 Corinthians 13:1-3









