Jesus is my safe place—especially as a mother. He is the place I can go when I have had one of those days, the kind of day that leaves me feeling like the worst mother in the world. I am able to rest in His presence and know that even though I messed up, He still loves me.
There is such freedom in knowing I never have to pretend.
I can just bring every raw emotion that motherhood stirs up and place it before Him. There is no hiding with Him, He sees it all—the lost temper, the frustration and the words I wished I didn’t say, and not once does He want to give up on me or walk away.
I love that I can go to Him when my heart is full of joy as a mother, and He understands the depth of love I have for my girls, how He rejoices in them with me.
I love that I can go to Him when my heart is overwhelmed, and I feel like I have no idea what I am doing. He is there willing to supply me with wisdom.
I love that He floods my heart and mind with peace when I’m worried about these two precious lives I am in charge of.
I love that I can go to Him when I have come to the end of myself, and He is waiting to fill me.
I love that I can just go to Him when I feel like I am failing in every way as a mother and instead of seeing my failings, He still sees all the ways in which I am good.
I could not survive motherhood without Jesus, He is the place where I fall into His grace again and again, and He continues to pick me up so we can go through this beautiful journey of motherhood together.