There are days I raise my voice. Days I forget the laundry. Moments I watch a screen instead of work. Times I serve dinner on paper plates—again.
And on those days, I start to believe the lie: “I’m failing.”
But here’s the truth I’m learning to whisper back: “Even here, grace finds me.”
God never asked me to be a perfect mom. He asked me to be present. To be faithful. To show up—messy hair, paper plates, tired heart and all.
And when I can’t be patient? He is. When I can’t give more? He already gave everything.
So today, instead of striving, I’m choosing to soften. To speak kindly to myself. To breathe in grace and give it out to my family.
Because the same grace I want to teach my kids, I get to live in too.