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Motherhood–like marriage–reveals the sin within me.

I complain, I worry, I’m selfish.

I yell, I compare, I’m quick to anger.

I am a mess in need of a Savior.

Thank goodness that God’s love and grace for my children is not reliant on how well I stumble through motherhood. How remarkable is it that even my sins can be used as teachable moments to paint a picture of what the gospel is all about?

My weakness reveals His strength.

My failure reveals His triumphs.

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My sin reveals His grace.

My job is not to be a perfect mother.

My job is to point them to the cross. And then to the empty grave.

That doesn’t mean I stop striving for holiness and godliness. But it does mean that it’s not about me.

It doesn’t mean I don’t try to set a good example. But it does mean that my example includes asking for forgiveness and acknowledging that I’m a sinner saved by grace.

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Motherhood may reveal the sin within me, but it also reveals the heart of the Father. The good, loving, forgiving, nurturing, kind heart of the Father. 

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Megan Kewaza

Megan Kewaza has been a missionary in Russia, India, and Uganda. She has written curricula, blogs, and articles that highlight trauma-competent caregiving, living out the Christian faith, and motherhood. Her heart is for her readers to feel understood, represented, and accepted. Megan and her Ugandan husband, Emmanuel, share their home in Knoxville, Tennessee with their two children, Josiah and Rebecca. Together, they have founded an organization that seeks to empower Ugandan parents so they can provide for the children in their care. You can learn more at causeuganda.org.

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