“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.” 2 Tim. 3:16-17

I feel a smile form as I watch the young mom in my church chase her three, small children around.. Only 8 years ago, that young mom was me. I remember the fun of seeing my children’s budding personalities, the nights of cuddling and rocking them to sleep, and the overwhelming sense of new love as each one was born. Yet, in the midst of strolling through memory lane, my mind wanders to the hardship, the loneliness, the desperate prayer for guidance as I gasped for air, drowning in this new layer of womanhood. I remember wondering if anyone noticed that I wasn’t as good as the next mom, or that I hadn’t wiped my children’s faces after breakfast, or that I’d tiredly yelled instead of softly taught them this morning; but mostly I wondered if I was simply being a good mom. Different women would come into my life for a moment to give encouragement or advice, but then disappear as quickly as they came. Oh, how my heart longed for them to stay.