The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

Dear precious one,

You are mine and I am yours.

I don’t know if I’m ready for this, but I will choose to act like I am.

The world tells me you’ll be an inconvenience in my life. The world tells me you will cost plenty of money and take up an extreme amount of my time.

They might be true. But what I choose will be true as well. I will choose to have life. I will choose to hold you in my arms, nurture, and take care of you.

Yes, you might pull out of me every ounce of mental, physical, and emotional strength. I will be exhausted. Physically, I might get worn out. Mentally, I might not know what has happened me. And those emotions, well, I won’t even go there.

With all these thoughts going in my head, I will admit, I am scared.

I’m scared to raise you in today’s world.

I’m scared for what kind of culture you will live in 20 years from now.

You, in return, are probably just as scared as I am, but in the now. With the lies our culture is throwing out at us moms, you’re probably hoping you even make it into this world. You’re wondering if you get to be one of those “lucky” ones.

Jesus tells me to not look at the culture but to Him. So, I’m here to tell you the same thing. Don’t look at what’s happening right now in this world around us. Look to me. I will carry you through birth. Then, I’ll get the amazing privilege to hold, snuggle, and cherish you.

Raising you to the best of my ability will be my number one priority. Plus, I’ll strive to teach you to trust Jesus as I learn to do the same.

Let’s be in this together, my precious one.

I’m looking forward to those coos I’ll receive when I talk to you. Those smiles I’ll get as I sing to you. Your fingers grabbing a hold of mine as I nurse you. And those snuggles you’ll provide as I hold you against my chest.

The world tells me you’re an inconvenience, but I will choose to believe differently.

You are my beloved.

You are my cherished one.

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Denise Renae

Denise Renae is a stay-at-home mom to a handful of little children and married to her best friend. She has a love for the outdoors, particularly hunting. But she is mostly passionate about seeing other women experience breakthroughs in their journey of marriage and motherhood, as well. While being REAL in her journey, she is striving for perfection within her imperfections. Hop on over to her website at DeniseRenae.com to hear more from her. You can also follow her on Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest.  

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