Every so often, I'm laying in bed, and it overwhelms me like a flood...
Just how much I love my children.
These three precious littles, all born within 4.5 years, who have stolen my heart from the moment I knew they existed, cause my love to deepen more each passing day.
Some days, yes, I struggle. I am not always as grateful as I should be to be entrusted with their lives. I admit it. I have faults.
But, I am always appreciative that they are mine.
Some days are tough. They bicker or cause chaos. They exhaust me.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I lay in the dark tonight overwhelmed with my love for them. I soaked my pillow with tears of joy as my heart aches to hear their laughter while also willing them to sleep soundly all night so I have some moments of silence.
The glimmer in their eyes as they proclaim their love for me is etched into my memory as I hear the faint echoes of their voices from the day we spent together.
For better or worse, God has entrusted me to be their mother. He has called me to lead them to Him. It's a joyfully bewildering realization as I daily question my strength, patience, and wisdom to do so.
I fall short sometimes, and I pray that they have the grace to forgive me, just as I pray for the grace to forgive them when they choose to wander from my guidance. God always forgives me, I always forgive them, and I can only hope that the example is clear.
Sometimes, I want a few minutes of personal space. Other times, I wish I could cuddle all three of them forever.
What a beautiful burden it is to live in paradoxical days like this.
With this love so deep, so fierce, and so overwhelming, I pray they never believe for a minute I feel anything less than pure agape (love).