my worship.

Sometimes I feel like I am not serving enough, not ministering enough, not "doing" enough.  Not blogging enough, not crafting enough, not cooking enough.  Not entertaining enough, not sharing truth enough, not socializing enough.

Then I look into Reagan's huge blue eyes and remember that raising this little lady is my worship.  She is my ministry, she is my vocation.  I look down at my bursting tummy and try to imagine the next two souls that God has entrusted me with.  What will they look like?  What will make them tick?  How will they bring me to my knees in prayer and strip me of my constant selfishness?

I would not trade motherhood for anything.  I have seen every milestone, potty accident and word formation.  I am able to watch her little heart slowly soften towards her Creator.  You can't put a price, a lifestyle or a salary on it.  I thank my husband for giving me the gift of being a stay at home mom, and my Lord for giving me three babies.  My cup overflows.

i've discovered that this act of mothering, it is my worship to Him right now.

dying to self and delighting in them.  and, oh, it is messy and sloppy

sometimes.  there is failure, yet forgiveness and grace and growing.

there is beauty in the everyday-- 

in the seemingly monotonous.

there is joy in the small.

if only we take time and discover it.

-lovelyn palm

super mama of 9 (including twins)