Grace From Babes

If I've learned anything today, it's that my 4 year old is a much much much better person than I am. I actually already knew that. "Grace" could have more appropriately been her name instead of Sydney because she shows me so much grace every day. I want to be just like her when I grow up. 

Today I'm tired. 6 months pregnant. Not sleeping well at night. Tired of the endless packing up of random things in order to get our house "show ready." It just seems to never end. And my girls are loud. I mean REALLY loud. I always laugh when people say things like, "I bet it's so quiet at your house with those sweet girls" or "watch out, things are about to get wild at your house with a boy." I have wonderful children, I grant you that. But through gritted teeth I kindly invite those that offer up these encouraging words to come visit me at home anytime. They just might see that while my girls are sweet and lovely, they are also loud and yes, wild, getting busted lips and goose eggs on noggins daily...literally. 

And sometimes I'm just so tired that I just want to be left alone. Alone to paint or read or just not be poked or hit for a couple of hours. This is not reality though for moms of young children. And I am not gracious and loving and kind to my children when I'm having a day like this. But my kids are. It's amazing. I'm just so in love with them. 

And just like that, by them showing me Jesus, I want to be with them again. I don't need to be secluded for hours. I can't wait to be in their presence because He is in our presence. 

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