I am having a hard day.
I have a really bad cold and I am much less tolerant than usual.
But that's not why.
I look at my two little girls and try to remember what it felt like during my years of mourning and sadness, how all that I wanted in the whole world was to be a mom.
Much of me has forgotten that feeling.
Now that I am a mom.
But sometimes it is hard. I really love them, but it is really hard.
At bible study this morning I was prepared to ask for prayer for patience and for God to do some major work on my heart and on the heart of one of my kids.
But then a sweet woman who just moved to our town and is new to our church asked for prayer for her upcoming in vitro sessions.
My selfish heart broke into pieces.
I have been where she is right now. The fear, the frustration, the longing, the hopelessness. The last thing she needs to hear about is my small issues with my two darling daughters, as I sit there with an obviously pregnant belly.
So I cried for her. Her pain. Her waiting. The roller coaster she is on. Her prayers that have yet to be answered.
I went home, loved on my kids, grateful that I can be their mom. Even on days like this.