Yesterday was one of those bad mom kind of days.
The kind of day where you spend hours pouring into your children, yet wonder if they have ears to hear?
The kind of day when, once you lay your head down on the pillow, you are physically, emotional, and mentally drained.
The kind of day where ultimately, you have to leave it at the feet of our Lord and know that “He who began a good work will be faithful to complete it.”
Because He knows the yearnings of my heart for my children.
He knows that when I am weak, He is strong.
He knows that these precious blessings have been placed in my life for such a small moment of time that I do not want a moment of regrets with my parenting.
And so He gives me a small reminder of just how worth it this mom thing is.
A reminder to pour, pour, pour into them, even when I’m tired, even when they frustrate me to no extent, even when I feel…or don’t feel, even when I mess up miserably.
A reminder that if I take the time to pour into their lives, they will pour out…more and more.
This picture is my reminder: Our eldest and our youngest…in a spontaneous moment of endearment.
Captured at just the time when I needed it – to remind me everyday that the days are long, but the years are short.