I was a brand new mother. My child didn't stop crying for 3 months. I can't have any more kids, I said. I now have 5.
We were driving down an icy road while I was in labor with number 2 child. I screamed "I CAN'T DO THIS!" She's our green-eyed beauty.
I could never be the one over all the teenage girls at church. I couldn't do that because I am not that strong. Turns out, I can.
Why do we erroneously put limits on ourselves?
Maybe because we put too much merit in our own strength rather than God's.
I believe we all give far too little credit to ourselves and God. That partnership between us and Him can be the most powerful on earth, especially a woman's relationship with Him as she raises a child.
I recently went to Girl's Camp.
I joined the process late in the game, so was put to work taking photos [I took 1600--and you thought this post had too many!] and helping with food preparation.
I may have had more fun than the girls.
I became grateful for this new part of my life, being with these strong, beautiful teenage girls and leaders.
What I hope: to learn and remember [the real key] these lessons for the time when my own little flock each become double digit in age, not so far off, I'm told.
Because when people say, oh you just wait until they're teenagers,
and I think, "I CAN'T HAVE TEENAGERS!"
I will know by then that I really can.
Because Ryan and I make a superb team,
we already see the potential in the faces of our girls,
and most importantly, we'll always have the guiding hand of our Lord.