When I couldn’t remember the last time I showered.
I stood in the shower while my little girl laid in her bed ready to fall asleep. The hot water just hot enough that the hubs would have said , “babe! You’re gonna burn your skin!”
I couldn’t remember the last time I showered. For the first time ever, I couldn’t remember the last time I showered.
Was it Wednesday, no, Tuesday, no! I seriously couldn’t remember. And then a smile came across my face as I realized that meant life was happening. I mean it was really happening. The mundane and the extraordinary-all in tiny little moments that form days that form years. So it’s okay that I forgot when I had last showered. It’s okay that I couldn’t remember when the last time I washed my hair, because life is happening and it is good.
"this is motherhood"
So I tell myself, “whew you made it! This is motherhood.” This is what you always wondered about-what it would be like to forget when you last showered. “Nah I’ll be the mom who gets up every morning and has her life together enough to shower and get ready before my children get up.” LOL.
But, there I was, letting the hot water burn away my fears of what that moment would be like
Enjoying motherhood. The sweet letting go of myself and taking care of another little human’s needs first.
What a gentle, tender reminder of God’s faithful hand at work in my sanctification. A gentle, tender reminder of God's faithful work in the Gospel.
Of course. He put himself on a cross. He took care of many little human's needs for a Savior. And so must we - put ourselves on a cross, daily.
"If anyone will come after me he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me."
learning and growing,