For most of my life, I don’t remember ever longing to be a mother.
Despite what I read in the Bible, motherhood seemed sacrificial to living a life I would actually enjoy and I didn’t think the whole “marriage and kids” thing was for me.
I would grow up looking forward with my sister to her dream wedding day with excitement around her being a wife and mother someday, but not for me. For whatever reason I thought I would be single for life, by choice. I didn’t think I had it in me, I didn’t think it was for me as I was not naturally nurturing, feminine or domestic.
There was a time when I even convinced myself that maybe I couldn’t have kids because of some childhood health complications I had and so to avoid pain, not to try at all. Or maybe my perfectionist inclinations convinced me because I couldn’t do it perfectly, I just shouldn’t do it at all.
Enter this man and God’s plan—and everything changed.
How or why? Maybe I’ll never know—but it’s a privilege to be here.
Knowing I didn’t get here on my own.
Knowing I won’t do it perfectly.
Knowing I have no idea what I’m doing and I will have to depend so fully and completely on Him.
This is everything I didn’t know I wanted—or maybe never let myself want, in case it never happened. --- But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9 | NIV
