This Christmas as you are facing your mile-long to-do list, your family drama, I urge you to press in face-to-face with the Savior. I invite you to unwrap the simple, yet most profound gift of the season. The baby. Hold him close. Rock him in your mama heart.
I’m a recovering perfectionist. It’s only been in recent years that I have learned to embrace the “beautiful mess” that is my life. I have discovered that the more I release my desire for things to be smiley-picture-perfect, the deeper joy I have with my family.
The only way I have survived as a mother is because other women walk with me on this journey. My own mother, a few honest mentors and a core group of authentic mama friends have come along side me. They have shared their stories. They have shared their experiences, their hopes, their disappointments, their dreams. They have helped me to see the beautiful in my mess.