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mothers

Yeah, if your being gut honest here..you (some of you) don't really want the gifts or the flowers.

What you really want is to be extraordinarily, obviously good at this. At this mothering thing.  

You wanted to be the best at this.

You want to take the podium in gold medal mothering -not take a million time outs behind some locked  bathroom(I did this a few times when they were wee little ones) door turn on the water so no one hears you crying, about how you want to throw in the towel at this mothering thing.

You wanted to be more.

You wanted to be more patient-you wanted to never lose it, you wanted to have it all together, keep calm and that is all always, yeah and take their tantrums with a grain of salt instead of throwing one of yours that turned out to be a first class hurricane and a tad bit more dramatic than theirs.

You wanted more flashes of wisdom in the heat of the moment when you had no idea what was the best thing to do, when you flung up a prayer, and the kid hated you for it and you crawled into bed feeling like a fool who always gets it wrong  when everyone else gets it right.

You'd give your front teeth and your left arm for more time.  More time to get it right and less wrong.

more time so that you could leave

 that one more thing that ended up not mattering so you could take the time to lay there in the dark with them after prayers and talk about the deep things that only come in the exhale of last light out and rub their back till they fall asleep.

You want a do-over.

You wanted to be better.

What you really want, desperately, wildly, in spite of everything — is for them to remember the good…. to remember enough of the times you whispered, I Love You … to know how many times you broke your heart and how hard you really tried.

All you want? Is for them to feel a deep sense of safety, that they are safe to trust people, safe to dream large, safe to believe, safe to try, safe to love large and go fly — and you need to know that you haven’t wrecked that. That they feel the certain, tender embrace of your love  despite all the stormy times you acted unlovely.

What every mother wants, her most unspoken need … is a truckload of Grace.

Grace that buries her fears that her faith wasn’t enough, and that her faults were to0 many.

Grace that washes her dirty wounds and wounds the devil’s lies.

Grace that says she doesn’t have to try to measure up to anyone else because Jesus came down — and He measures her as good enough, as worthy enough, as loved more than enough.

Grace holds you when everything else falls apart — and whispers that everything is really falling together.

Grace loves us when we are at our darkest and wraps us up in the best light.

What happened in the past can’t change it, and nothing in the future can intimidate the reality of it , and it’s what your soul aches for the most.

You are always sufficient.

You don’t have to be afraid —

because you have a Father.

You don’t have to know how to do it all.

You just have to choose to be all here, right where you are.

His grace meets you in the moment — and you will miss it if you are worrying about future moments.

Lock your thoughts in this moment — and you get to live the freest of all.

When you focus on living only in the grace of this moment — is exactly when you get the extravagant grace.

That is all …

You don’t have to be awesome and do everything. Like I like to think I have to do.

You simply must believe that the One who is Awesome loves you through everything.