In the Quiet

I was laying here in bed (way too late), praying for my children; thinking about how much I love them, thanking God for them, and acknowledging to Him that I can’t understand why He gave them to me when I’m such an imperfect mother…

And it occurred to me in the stillness of that quiet, dark moment, that if I were a perfect mother, my children would end up being perfect kids...But Jesus didn’t come to save the perfect.  He came to save the imperfect.

All of us are marred in some ways by our parents’ imperfections, but it’s those failures and the fractures they left, however small, that make it clear to us that we too are imperfect and in desperate need of help to do things the way we long to, and moreover, in desperate need of a savior.

I thank God that He knows my weaknesses as a mother, and that He is a perfect heavenly Father that can and will use every mistake that I make to fashion each of my children into the vessels He plans for them to be (Rom. 8:28).