This piece is published on Her View From Home. Click here to read it.

“I see you, mama.

You are trying your very best to juggle all the demands motherhood is throwing at you.

You are doing your very best, and it somehow never feels enough.

You thought you would thrive in motherhood, but instead it feels like you are barely surviving.

Dear mama, you are not alone. You are not unseen. Your cries are not unheard.

Did you know, dear mama, that God chose you to be a mom. He hand-picked you. You. He knew that no-one else on earth would do. That those children needed you. YOU.”

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These Ordinary Days



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