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I’m not a good mom.

We define ourselves and others so casually by good in our everyday conversation. She’s a good mom. A good teacher. A good wife. A good friend.

When the morning passes by peacefully with my two littles, I feel capable of this whole mom thing. Confident I have it mostly together. But then I have a hard day with my kids, and I am convinced I am a terrible mother who is making mistakes left and right.

I heard once that the devil’s lies are so powerful because there’s always a grain of truth in them, but twisted.

Truth is, we will never be good enough. We need the grace of Jesus in every corner of our hearts and in our motherhood. It’s not “Jesus has saved me, but now I can try to do this mom thing on my own.”

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It’s dragging the belief that you can be a good mom to the feet of Jesus and asking Him to align your heart to the truth of what He did for you on the cross.

So, no. I’m not a good mom. It’s not even about being good. It’s about letting go of that description entirely and hanging on to how Jesus describes you.

Loved. Treasured. When you rest in His power, strong. Capable. Peace-filled.

Made for such a time as this. For such a time as dirty diapers, temper tantrums, restless nights, and long mornings. For doctor’s appointments, an unexpected diagnosis. For the moments you’ve been too harsh or the days you wish the clock would go faster. For the friendships that are changing, for this new post-kid body you don’t recognize as your own.

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Listen sister, you’re not a good mom either.

You are a daughter of the King, full of His mighty power, saved by grace, and placed right in the middle of your hot mess not because you are good enough–but because He is doing a good work in you.

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Jill Smith

Jill is a stay-at-home mom to two toddlers and bonus mom to a teenager. Her days are spent drinking too much coffee, stepping on LEGOs, and convincing her 3-year-old there are other food groups besides chicken nuggets. You can find her at www.graceonrepeat.com or on Facebook @graceonrepeat.

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