Lord, please don’t let me forget the way it felt to have them growing inside me. Help me remember the way the flutters turned into kicks and the feeling of pure joy and amazement with each tiny jab.

Please don’t let me forget how it felt when the doctor laid them on my chest for the first time. Keep clear in my mind that overwhelming feeling of happiness, fear, excitement, and unconditional love all wrapped up in one.

Lord, please don’t let me forget the sleepless nights that turned into tired days. Help me remember those sleepy snuggles as my babes curled up safe in my arms. 

Please don’t let me forget those first wobbly steps as they walked right out of my arms into toddlerhood. Keep fresh in my mind the look of accomplishment and sheer joy that spread wide across their tiny faces in their new-found independence. 

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Lord, please don’t let me forget the sweet sound of their voices as they’d say, “Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bugs get you, love you” as I tucked them in at night. Help me remember the way they’d wrap their arms around me tight and bring me in for a big squeezer after bedtime prayers. 

Please don’t let me forget their excitement and enthusiasm for everything new. Keep fresh in my mind the gleam in their eyes and the spring in their steps as they’d race off to each new thing as if it were a grand adventure. 

Lord, please don’t let me forget that You chose me to be their mother. You chose me and no one else. Help me remember to hold tight to You when I’m feeling less than. Help me seek You when I feel like I’ve failed them.

Please don’t let me forget all of these things and all of these feels. Keep fresh in my mind motherhood and how it changed me—how they’ve changed me and blessed me beyond belief. 

Lord, please don’t let me forget.

 

 

 

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Hi, I’m Terryn. I grew up on a northeast Nebraska feed yard with pens of cattle as my backyard. That is where I fell in love with raising beef. So when I went off to college in the big city of Lincoln, NE, I focused my studies on animal science with the goal of one day becoming a feed yard manager. While at UNL, I met my never-boring, always-entertaining husband, Tom. After earning my degree in 2006, we moved out to the panhandle of Nebraska where I took a job on the animal health crew of a local feed yard. I loved my job, so-much-so that I would argue I never actually worked. Over the course of the next seven years Tom and I got married, welcomed a son and then a daughter, and I continued loving my life and career. I couldn’t imagine life any other way. But then, God inserted a plot twist into our story… And I am so thankful for His twist because I am happier than I have ever been doing things I never thought I’d do. I am now a stay-at-home-mom and ranch wife who has discovered new passions in photography and writing/blogging. Faith Family & Beef where I share my story as a wife, mother, lover of coffee, and dabbler in photography – living in the Nebraska Sandhills, bringing up a family while raising beef. Follow along on my blog: https://www.faithfamilyandbeef.com/

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