Every Hour I Need You

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I’m writing this at 4 a.m... I’ve just put my daughter down for the second time this night. While I was feeding her, I was surfing Instagram and came across a mama to quadruplets, who makes motherhood look so effortless. And, it got me thinking how easy it is for us to make motherhood look effortless on social media. That’s why I try my best to be transparent with you and also why I’m so thankful for this journey God has allowed me to walk.  I’ve certainly had a few days that I’ve felt I’m not cut out to be a mom (those first few nights are hard), but I know that was just the devil getting in my head. And I’ve decided, I won’t let fear of being inadequate steal my joy from something God prepared me for, long before I prepared myself. 

A wise woman once told me, “nothing in life that’s worth having is easy”. Oh, what good advice that is! I have to remind myself that when Jesus helps us grow - it doesn’t come without growing pains. He’s shaping and refining us into better servants for his kingdom. He’s teaching the parts of us we thought were already selfless, how to truly be selfless. He’s showing us how to live for others and serve others. He’s helping us understand what it means for someone to depend on another to survive. 

And shouldn’t we be like that with our Father? 

Our hunger should be for Him. Our thirst should only be quenched by Him. Our restlessness should be calmed by Him. Our comfort should be found in Him. Our every need met by our loving Father. 

Oh, how this time has taught me beautiful lessons about how my Papa loves me. 

xo - A

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