twas the night before mother's day...

Today was the fourth day of not seeing more than a few [quality] moments of my husband. He currently works second shift while attending full-time college. My husband is Superman. I have yet to see his cape. I'm sure this is because he is humble. He only seeks the spotlight when looking to bring laughter to others. I play the part of wife and mother who homemakes, and, homeschools.

Now for a deeper layer of truth, my gracious God breaks me and bends me in his beautiful ways... He exposes the dark areas of my heart. He shows me unconditional love in the eyes of my children. He gives me wisdom through the words of my husband. I look at my messy home and I see that my dear Savior grants me endurance in the form of painful daily sacrifices. I. get. to. serve. Like every mom, I am stretched [often to tears, almost daily]. But, deep down I know that God has a plan and He loves my kids more than I do. When I get tangled up, God quietly leads me back to peace. God is love. I have to tell myself moment-by-moment "I have the gift of two busy healthy daughters." My girls no longer nap. Life goes on is our own beautiful story being written from sun up 'til sun down. I must remember. I sit here tonight, and, I realize that my treasures will not be recognition Sunday morning at church. Not flowers, gifts or chocolates. My treasures are already all around me. They are the eternal kind. "Love begins at home, and, it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action." -Mother Teresa