All I ever wanted to grow up to be was a wife and a mom. I would be domestic and sweet. My husband would be romantic, showing up with flowers and gifts at random. My kids would be well-behaved all of the time. I would never yell, like other mothers do, and I would never wish I could be somewhere else... anywhere else. Hmmm... that is not at all what this is like.
I am broken and it's in my face. I am so thankful for the blood of Jesus and that it is by the work that he did on the Cross that I am saved. If it had anything to do with me I would be in real trouble.
Thank you, God, for your gracious love.
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