I’m going for it.

Last night, I wasted two full hours. This is not something I take lightly. I’d worked a long shift and gotten home late, only to try to make something of this #31days challenge and come up short. I felt like I’d hit a brick wall. I couldn’t bring any of my  ideas to life. I couldn’t even create a simple graphic. Everything just seemed so silly. I slammed my computer shut and went to bed grumpy.

This morning, I caught a glimpse of my reflection as I walked my son and daughter into the doctor’s office. It was there that the Lord gave me my #31days series.

I’m making well visit appointments on my days off work. I’m keeping apples and spare diapers in my purse. I’m teaching excuse me and pardon over what. I’m swelling up with pride when they hold doors for people. I’m laughing and crying and praising and apologizing. I’m licking my fingers before I wipe their faces and I’m melting when they worship. I’m dreaming of the life we’ll all share one day, when they’re grown and raising children of their own. I’m learning to live in the moment, to soak these creatures up for all they’re worth.

I’m doing it. I’m really living.

31 days of life-giving motherhood… because He’s called me to it, and He won’t leave me to walk it alone.