I was thinking about motherhood. Mostly about what a gigantic failure I’ve been while pregnant and trying to mother a toddler. Then I realized it’s not by my strength that I mother Owen, but by His strength. 1 Corinthians 13 came to mind, though I mostly think of it in the context of marriage, what greater love is there than a mother for their child?
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.