I am thankful for motherhood.
For dirty dishes and full tummies.
For my imperfections and my constant need for Jesus.
For warm pink sunsets that linger in my rearview mirrors.
For grace that keeps me moving on a few hours of sleep.
I will not take for granted
Tiny arms that wrap around me and sticky kisses in my hair;
That shoes need tied, books need read, bottoms need wiped
and mouths need fed.
I will give thanks for
My husband's love and admiration.
His dirty boots leaving smudges on my living room rug.
The way he plays and works and gives so tirelessly.
Late blooming roses and fair autumn weather,
Rare quiet moments when God's love is spoken,
Friends and family and unexpected treasures of wisdom.
Seeing the invisible power of prayer
in the faces of answered ones.
I give back to God.
Because I'm humbled by the gift it is.