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Big girl panties don't compare to Jesus


I've realized something about myself.
Something I'm not so happy with but glad I know now.
When I'm in the trenches of motherhood.
Lets take toddler teething for example.....
I will try my hardest.
Try from my own strength to manage.
To get through it.
My strength + coffee.
Instead of Jesus + grace.
Most times when I am in a battle, the motherhood battle
I don't pray. 
I don't cry out to Jesus.
I put my big girl panties on and seize the moment.
Reminding myself I can do this. That I am her mother.
That I will miss her this little.
When really I should be praying, clinging to God desperately to help me see through the mess.
Because at the end of the day, my own strength is completely drained.
My big girl panties are just not enough.
I must cling to Jesus.
Because only HE is enough.

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me
2 Corinthians 12:9




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  1. Nice! Encouraging to read this.

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  2. That verse is exactly what has spoken to me these past few days. Where I am just feeling sooo burdened by my weakness. I have to cling to the fact that His strength shines in my weakness. So thankful for that truth. Amen, sister!

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