This picture hangs in my living room. I bought it right after we moved into our first home in Minnesota because it was a beautiful representation to me of strength and sacrifice.
*Fast forward 4 years*
After a rough morning, I had just put Hannah and Ellie down for their afternoon nap and was walking with Jocelyn hoping for the same result. As I passed this picture, I glanced up and caught my reflection. I looked at it differently this time. This time I simply saw a mother, a sleep-deprived, financially-crunched mother with too many irons in the fire, simply trying to navigate her children to warmth and safety. I was touched by the parallels of Emma and myself...and every other mother out there trying to do the same. I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who pours out his tender mercies even when I'm not at all seeking them. A shout out to all you incredible moms out there!
