I was reflecting the other day and remembering that at this time last year I was very big, very sick, and very tired. I was seven months pregnant and more than ready to have my Baby Girl. I don't wear pregnancy well - and I especially didn't wear pregnancy well in 100 degree temperatures with two boys that wanted to swim everyday.
Those are blessings. Wonderful, amazing, grace-filled blessings.
And yes, even these are all blessings. Wonderful, amazing, grace-filled blessings.
Some days I know my kids look at me and are frustrated by a Mom who demonstrates impatience, grumpiness, and selfishness. But, it's in those moments where I can look at them and explain what forgiveness and grace are because I have the privilege of knowing Jesus.
And so all of this is a blessing. A wonderful, amazing, grace-filled blessing.