Handpicked by God

God handpicked me to be their mama.

He didn’t pick the woman down the street.

He didn’t pick the woman in the Target check-out line who looks more put together.

He didn’t pick the woman whose house is spotless and spends endless hours cooking and cleaning. 

No, He picked me. Out of all the women in the world – He picked me.

And sometimes I don’t feel as deserving of them. Sometimes I wonder if they’d be better with a mom who has more patience. Or a mom who plans out endless Pinterest-inspired activities all day. Or the mom who doesn’t throw a frozen pizza in the oven and calls it dinner.

But He didn’t pick any of those moms. 

He picked me for those kids because He knew I was the exact mom that they needed.

And while there are some days where I fall short – days where I’m in need of constant grace – I know that it’s an honor. 

He picked me – and only me – to be their mama. 

And it’s truly been an honor.