Those little peek-a-boo eyes allowed me to celebrate my first Mama’s Day 8 years ago.
I was 8 months pregnant. Large. Anxious. Exhausted. Excited.
So naive as to how much those brown eyes would change me forever.
And bring overwhelming joy.
A supernatural need for patience.
A continuous opportunity to watch my words. My tone. My attitude.
A chance to show love and sacrifice differently than I’ve ever known.
More than I’ve ever known.
A humbling change. Lots of messing up.
Requesting and extending forgiveness.
A change that is impossible without my daily reliance on Christ.
As He refines me. Tries me. Makes me more like His Son.
And gives me the most wonderful gift in my two little girls.