Some nights I feel like I’m falling apart. Parenting is heavy. Life is loud. My emotions swing and I can’t always catch myself before I break. I want to be strong for my family, but I’m human. I stumble. I lose my patience. I carry guilt that lingers.
And still—God meets me there.
In the late hours when my thoughts won’t settle. In the quiet when I finally whisper a prayer. He is steady when I’m restless. Faithful when I’m fragile. Love when I can’t love myself.
Parenting keeps showing me my limits. It keeps reminding me I need Him. My emotions shift too much to lead, but His Word doesn’t. His grace doesn’t. His love doesn’t.
Maybe the lesson is simple—parent the way He parents us. Patient. Kind. Full of grace. A love that never walks away. I fail at that often, but I keep turning back to Him.
God is good to us. Even in the mess. Even in the tears. Even when I’m not enough. He is.
So I’ll keep pouring out my heart. I’ll keep asking Him to guide me. Because at the end of every broken day, He’s still here. And He always will be.
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