I'm not "just" a mom. I'm passing on a legacy. I'm raising up men and women of God, who will in turn raise up the standard in their generation. On the daily, it may LOOK mundane: washing dishes, changing diapers, doing laundry, wiping noses; but daily, I'm shoring up their confidence, helping them overcome fears, providing security. I'm laying a foundation, I'm pulling up weeds, I'm available. I'm listening, I'm planning, I'm strategizing, I'm on my knees.I'm pointing them to the One who holds their future in His hands. I'm laughing. I'm crying. I'm living life, but not for me. I'm pouring it all out and Christ fills me up again. I lost my life, but no identity crisis here. I'm not lacking ambition and "Yes, I do work." I'm fulfulling a role that no one else can fulfill. I'm called and annointed by God to be in this PLACE. I'm passing on His legacy. I'm not lacking in purpose and neither am I bored. My mind is not wasting; its being renewed, my character refined, and my love being stretched. I love my job. Thank you God for making me a wife and a mom.
