The end of the day… It feels so wonderful! It was one of those days where it felt like I had to breathe in grace with every breath so I could exhale that over my surroundings rather than my frustration.
Heat, humidity, biting off a little too much schedule-wise and then trying to balance it all while still easing into school routine…gah! A mom’s life still gets me some days! But slowly, I’m learning to allow His grace to get me more than my too-high expectations and the noise and feisty realness that comes with raising kiddos. I want to see them and myself like God sees them. On days like this I wonder what that really looks like? I long for just a glimpse of what I’m believing for myself and them. Then I see the painted sky in the evening, and I think I get a partial answer. It’s allowing all the colors of mom life and mom days to blend together and create a beautiful masterpiece all its own…a blend that no other mom and her kiddos could create. It’s not living life perfectly together, but rather breathing in grace and allowing the imperfect moments to blend in with the ones that seem more perfect. It’s believing at the end of the day that where you did your best and still feel like you missed it that grace will cover both you and your kids.
You aren’t big enough to wreck it in one single day—especially not when you hand all the pieces over to the One who is bigger than the messy minutes of the day. He blends the pieces you give Him together beautifully and adds a silver lining. I. WILL. TRUST. HIM. For myself and for my kiddos. That’s a choice I get to make at the end of every day. And I still choose being a mom.
They just crashed my contemplative musings here… Sarah danced up on the porch breathless to show me her creation basket with all the different mosses, mushroom, and other varied nature pieces that each have some kind of significance to her. Johannes proudly pointed out the porch and driveway he voluntarily cleaned up. Maybe we’re raising more than ragamuffins after all… Tomorrow’s another day. It is now long past sunset as I wrote between many interruptions, but tonight’s sky…tonight’s sky was REALLY beautiful. The mosquito bites I’m sustaining now…not so much.
Time for bed for me. As I go, remember to look up at the sky, breathe in deep breaths of grace, and be reminded that He has a way of making beauty out of everything.
by Vera Smoker
Hi there! I am Vera, blessed wife of one and mom to three wonderful little people who make my world go round. I am an unashamed lover of Jesus, passionate about authentic relationships rooted within the identity that comes first from my relationship with Him. I’m a lover of good books, fat journals, sunsets and sunrises, long quiet country walks, and time with my family around campfires or on our front porch. Growth and mentorship are high on the list of values for me and I always thrill when I get to celebrate the wonderful journey of growth and discovery with others. The Hubs and I both love hosting so come relax with us sometime and we will chat the time away and connect over a good cup of coffee or chai!
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The turkey has been demolished. The yummy delicious dishes that took time to make are now mostly devoured and declared to be good. Naps and sleep that were forgone in order to make the dishes in between juggling baby and real life are forgotten in the warmth of memories made around the food. Hearts are full and grateful here. It was a Thanksgiving to remember.
This morning was a mix of play and work, cloudy faces and happy faces. In the middle of folding Sunday and Monday’s laundry with the little tots I wondered, ‘what did Eve struggle with as a Mom?’ The first mom ever. No other moms before her or around her to compare herself with. No endless approaches to sort through. No moms saying you ‘should’ this or that. She was the first. Was she a crunchy perfect organic mom? Or was she okay with peanut butter and jelly sandwich days for her boys? Did she struggle to respond instead of react? Did she get tired of telling her kids for the 99th time to ‘chew with your mouth closed’? Or did she just let that one slide? Did she struggle to make the choice to stay present some days? Did she ever snap and tell Adam, ‘I need a break?’
I never wanted kids. I wanted a career, I wanted to climb the corporate ladder. I wanted to keep going back to school for higher degrees. We were married six months when we found out we were expecting our first child. At the time I was working in a doctor’s office and I asked my co-worker to administer a pregnancy test. She smiled and gave me a big hug and said ‘congratulations, it’s positive.’ I felt like my whole world crumbled. I held back my tears in front of my co-worker, as I did not want her to think I was a terrible person for not being excited about this news. But I definitely was not excited. In fact, I would even say that I was in denial. I was a little numb…