Confession: I did not want to post this picture. I know some people love having a belly, but I don't. And when I look at this, the first thing I see is tired eyes and lumps. I have no idea how much weight I've gained this pregnancy because I threw out the scale a long time ago, and I even know that a year from now, I will look back and think that I look fine, cute even. But my current hormones and emotions are telling me that I look a hot mess, and that's not okay. I'm not hunting for compliments, just acknowledging that I get down on myself too, and some of the silliest aspects of motherhood are the hardest thoughts to take captive.
So, why am I posting anyway? Because my emotions rarely speak absolute truth, and I know I will regret not having these memories of my children growing up. I'm sowing seeds of truth (changing bodies in pregnancy are good and necessary to accommodate the sweet life growing inside) in my soul (again!) in the confidence that their growth will choke out the weeds of self-deprecation and pride.
I'm sure this seems quite frivolous to many, but I share to acknowledge that, while, yes, some of the things we get hung up on are pretty dumb, it is how we respond going forward that is the true measure of our depth in the Lord.
May we dig deep into his truths this Monday, and let the rest fall away as chaff.
#mifmsundays #hardisnotthesamebad #motherhoodissanctifying #rubyisabouttotakeflight 🛩 #24ishweeks #babynumber8 - 6 months ago