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How God Can use My Brokenness to Love All the “Babies” (or at least some of them)

Mommy and her Girls
            Me with my girls. Happiness is loving on my babies.

I like to tell people that I was born to be a momma. I don’t mean it in the arrogant “look how amazing of a mother I am” kind of way that it sounds. I don’t think I am some Mary Poppins/Betty Crocker/June Cleaver miracle among mothers. I don’t pretend to think that I don’t mess up the Mom-gig daily. Hourly. It’s actually appalling how much I still mess up. But man do I love my kids and being their mom. Even the parts of parenting that I dislike, I actually love. Don’t ask me how that makes sense, I don’t know. But I know that every part of me loves being a momma.

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