A blog post

Truth be told, I haven't been feeling all that great in my parenting lately

I have some mommy guilt for not being more present these past few weeks. I let me emotions get the best of me, like this morning when I found half a gallon of milk spilled on the kitchen floor and no one to fess up to it. I'm short on patience, and I fear I don't have enough of what my little people need - time, love, attention, you name it

But just now I was putting our 3 year-old to bed. After reading a collection of books we shared our highs and lows, our prayers, and turned out the light. As we snuggled in, she put her arm around my neck as if she was the parent cuddling a child and said "You're the best mommy in the whole world!" and kissed my forehead.

She spoke the gospel to me tonight. That when we feel most inadequate, unsure of ourselves, and flat out vulnerable - Jesus kindly reminds us of our value, of our inherent worth as children of God. That's the promise of the empty tomb - God's insurmountable love for us and belief in us, even when we don't believe it ourselves.