a Mother’s Day reflection
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Tuesdays always get me. Already, the dirty dishes have taken over. Piles of maybe-clean laundry litter the living room floor. Wilting apple slices and popcorn kernels—bits from last night’s supper—hide beneath the kitchen table, taunting me from beneath their lair.
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My knees hit the floor with a thud, and my face planted in my hands as tears filled my palms. Kneeling next to our dirty laundry, I cried out, “God, why am I always the afterthought?
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I often feel divided between the me I have to be today and the me I envision for the future—and I get jealous of future me.
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God’s been showing me how to approach life less from a survival-based mentality to one of expectant abundance. He’s moving my heart from searching for scraps to resting in His plenty.
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