Thank you for this episiotomy–my child is alive.
Thank you for sleep deprivation–my child is a blessing.
Thank you for my toenail fungus–it reminds me this world is not my home.
When I cannot walk without pain, when I feel nothing but exhaustion, when every time I nurse my newborn in the recliner and think bad thoughts about my feet… there is light in the storm. The electricity is found in how much I allow Jesus to renew my mind. So, Lord, light up this blackened brain. I could use some hope.