I mean I don't think you want to hear that motherhood is awesome and scary all at once. That I fight with loving and loathing my body post partum. That this weekend evoks memories not associated with motherhood at all.
As I am sitting here in the playroom purposefully ignoring the mess of my house to eat imaginary ice creams with my 3 year old, I am doing that girl thing of trying to sort out my feelings when it occurs to me:
I may be feeling BIG FEELINGS
BUT I SERVE A GOD BIGGER THAN MY FEELINGS.
THAT'S my reality today.
Not my past.
Not my future.
My right NOW.
God is MIGHTY and WORTHY of our PRAISE.
