But when I allow emotions of stress, frustration, and exhaustion to be my guide instead of looking to The One who heals us all, I blow it every time.
When I try to get through the many steps of my day using my own strength instead of God's, it never works out.
When I take for granted my relationship with God, my time with God, my day comes crashing down before it even has a chance to start.
I find myself doubting that I am the mom that God intended me to be. Did He intend for me to be a perfect mom who always has it right and ready without even looking as if she broke a sweat? No.
He intended for me to be a Godly mother.
A mother who isn't only herself after God's own heart, but teaches her kids to be as well. A mother who is forgiving and patient with her children just as God is with her. A mother who treasures the innocence and individuality of each child, loving them for who they are right where they are in life...whether it is making home runs or striking out. That is the kind of momma I want to be. But I know I won't get there on my own. My Heavenly Father will lead me.
"Because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, "the Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him." Lamentations 3: 22-24