Traci

I never got the wardrobe memo for motherhood. Black and white stripes, for a lifetime of refereeing. I’m thankful that God gave me a natural whistle (also known as a loud mouth).

Some days (most days) I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’ve gotten myself into. It’s all I can do to keep on breathing. To stay afloat.

God gave me these children for a reason. He never makes a mistake, so I will once again, trust in Him. He loves my children leaps and bounds more than my heart even loves… so I can trust Him completely.

I want to finish well… this thing called motherhood. I know there will be many mistakes and heartaches along this journey; spilled milk and spilled out angry words you wish you could swallow back up and prepare for a more godly response.

On that jagged piece of holy criss-crossed wood, He spilled out His crimson blood and exhaled the most beautiful sigh….

It is finished…

Because He finished well, so can I.

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— Traci Little (@TraciMLittle) July 25, 2014

Just like the long hot days of harvesting, the fruit will come, sweet Mamas. Don’t be weary in well doing! Press on.