During my devotional time today, I was writing a prayer in my journal. I wrote about how I love being with my boys each and every day. When I do spend a day or two away from them, I feel the best part of who I am is missing. This is where I belong. Funny, for so long I've been asking God to help me find my way back home, to get to where I feel "wanted," "needed," "accepted." In a church. A social setting. Somewhere with music, writing, whatever. And all along, the answer has been so obvious. Right in front of me. Being a mother to these three sweet boys is exactly where I belong. Where I WANT to be. Where I am wanted, needed and accepted. I am so blessed to be able to be with them each and every day. Even with the trials of the past six weeks, sickness and suffering, I am still so content to be here. Years ago I watched a scene from a movie where the mother ran away after a night of taking care of kids who were puking all over the place. I wept as I watched it, at that time I really wanted to run myself and I didn't blame her one bit. Now, I am so sure this is where I want to be. Puke or not. I am right where I belong.
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Elizabeth,I am so glad you are enjoying your children,so proud and amazed you are homeschooling this year.I don't have to tell you how the years pass ever so rapidly.This IS the best part of your life,enjoy,savor those moments,cherish these days...you are a WONDERFUL mother.I love you always and forever.
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