When I’m being a bad mom, I don’t need the false assurance that I’m doing the best I can. I need the hope that Jesus can cleanse me from my unrighteousness.
In my worst moments, I saw my children as obstacles to the passions I wanted to pursue.
We grow spiritually when God nourishes us outside our mom cultural comfort zone.
Motherhood exists to point us and others to Christ and to conform us to his image.
My flesh and my heart have failed me many times—but God has never failed me.