“…the One who began a good work in you will carry it on until it is completed.”

What beautiful truth! (Phil 1:6 NIRV)

Today, I’ve written my favorite and least favorite kind of posts to write. My favorite because I get to tell how God meets us in our motherhood messes, lavishing grace on us. And my least favorite, because they reveal the mess in me. But God is faithful through beautiful, messy motherhood. Here is an excerpt, and the rest of the post is at Hope For the Weary Mom. Will you join me there? And share if you know another mama will be encouraged?

Talk seems so normal, so ordinary, so unimportant, so harmless. Yet there are few things we do that are more important. And underneath the normality of it all is a great struggle, a war of words that we fight every day.” — Paul David Tripp

I felt the rumble beneath. My frustrations mounting. Hot molten words beginning to spew. I know it’s not the way to mother or parent or train or disciple. And I’m not sure why I succumb, still.

But as the words were spilling out absent of grace toward my determined young teen, I hear my 3 year old who’s playing in the back ground. She’s not on the receiving end. She’s simply a bystander.

And she utters my name, “Mama.” From the corner of my eye I see she’s still looking down at her toys. She whispers the name, “Jesus.” Continue reading…

I’d love to chat with you there. I love to hear your stories.