motherhood, like an ocean, swells and overcomes at times. navigation difficult, with the sweeping of currents resembling tiny faces in need of attention. i am no master of the sea. captain by default, putting my best foot forward as i stumble along. it can be a lonely place on the sea of perfection. when you think everyone else has it all together. you, certainly, the only one pulling out the life boat.
there are lessons to be learned in the hard days of motherhood.
it is in the hard days that i realize my undying need for grace and the infinite supply at my disposal.
like the son who fell into the trenches of nothingness. returning to his father expecting shame for his failures, receiving grace instead, so it is with motherhood.
there are days where it feels as though all we have to give is squandered. no value left. nothing to show for the day spent. yet there is grace. abundant grace.
and a new day coming with no mistakes in it yet.
*linking up with carissa for miscellany monday
*just writing with heather the eo