Thursday, October 13
patience + help
Because I'm imperfect and stubborn in my own right, I find myself praying for patience. Every night as I kneel to pray and give thanks for this beautiful and chaotic life I've been blessed with, I also ask, perhaps sometimes too desperately, for lots and lots of patience. I keep telling myself that as soon as the patience fairy comes and fills that void in my mind or heart or wherever it comes from, all will be well and motherhood will be easier.
Then it hit me. Why not ask for patience at the beginning of my day instead of at the end when I feel like I've failed and have nothing more to offer? The start of each day is when I need it most; the tolerance and peace and serenity and genuine joy in motherhood. And do you know what? It has made all the difference in the world. I can face each day with a smile knowing that I have help from the minute my feet hit the floor until the blissful moment when my head touches my pillow.
I think this applies to everything in life. It can be hard to ask for help in the first place, let alone before we even face the tough parts of our day or whatever challenges we face. But I can honestly say that it changes a person. It opens your eyes to the good things and allows you to enjoy and live in the moments that are meant for you. And what a blessing that is.
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