I knew that being a mom would change me. I was prepared for the late night feedings. I was prepared for the discipline struggles. I was prepared for the hugs and the bedtimes and the total change in routine.
I was prepared for a lot. But there is something that continually surprises me. Something for which I was not prepared.
I was not prepared for how much my kids would teach me.
Their relationship with me helps me understand my relationship with my God.
I am thrilled and humbled to be writing about that today at Prodigal Magazine. It is one of my favorite reads. They share seriously beautiful stories. Stories that show the fingerprint of a God who loves His sons and daughters so much that He shows up, even when they aren’t looking.
I sit in front of the computer, as usual. Too often I let the moments of the day tick away underneath the click-clacking of my fingers. “Nigh, nigh.” The words wake me from my digital haze. I turn around to see my toddler, usually full of activity and spunk, lay down on the floor. He puts his thumb in his mouth and gazes up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Mama.” He points to the floor, and then looks back up at me. His desire is clear: he wants me to stop what I am doing and lay down next to him. How can I say no to such an invitation?
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