I have days where I feel like an amazing mom and days where I feel like I’m completely failing at everything. perfection isn’t a pre-requisiteĮvery day may be a gift but I know that every day I am not a gift. And my children are blessed to have a mom every single day. I am blessed to GET to be a mom every single day. Every day is a giftīut that’s not the end of my mothering. And every time a group goes back there, we get to do it again. I mourned for them that they don’t know the feeling of a mother’s gentle kiss and being scooped up, hugged, and tickled by their dad.įor the week we were there, we were their surrogate parents. I cried and mourned the losses of these children’s parents. Sometimes they fell asleep in my arms and I was awakened to the fact that they don’t get to fall asleep in the arms of their mother’s or in anyone’s arms for that matter. I sat on the dirt and held little ones while they coughed and were sick. There were over 100 of them living together and doing their best to care for each other, with only a few adults helping to run the children’s home. The children we were serving were orphaned by war and poverty. While there, I was completely overwhelmed with understanding the value of being a mother. Remembering back to that trip was also a huge eye-opener. In fact, it’s on the page that the verse is found on. On the opposite page is an entry I did upon arriving home from a missions trip to Africa. They are kind and considerate of each other and were anxious to gain another brother! Trip to Africa They are all learning to walk with Jesus and develop their own faith in God. This verse helped remind me how truly blessed I am. We were entering teenage years with our oldest and the others were becoming independent and so I was beginning to feel like I was getting a bit of “me time” back. Technically, he was born and 11 days later, I turned 20. Not necessarily because I was old (only 32 at the time), but because we started having children early. It took me a little while to come around to the idea of childbirth and sleepless nights and all the things that come with adding a baby once again. We were a bit surprised to be pregnant this time around. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. When we found out we were expecting our 4th boy, I came directly home and journaled the moment right away.
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