At 27 years of age, I feel like I’ve learned a lot.
One of the most important things I’ve learned is I cannot do anything on my own. I am weak. I am broken. I am only human, living in the flesh.
God meets me right where I am, and my friends, I pray He meets you wherever you are, as well. There is nothing too big for Him to handle, give Him your burdens and He will help make your load light.
I didn’t get to this place overnight. It’s taken years.
I feel as though I’ve learned a couple important things from the last 2.5 years of motherhood.
It’s been a hard season over here, and I haven’t been very good at posting motherhood things lately. Between building a house, moving into said house, losing my aunt, and raising babes, I feel like there hasn’t been a moment to just sit and meditate, think or do anything that recharges me or ignites me.
I sometimes feel like my identity is “Z and C’s mom” because that’s what I am day in and day out.