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Having it all

I was scrolling through my ig feed when I saw a picture. It was of a mom. Her little bubbly toddler sitting by her feet as she showed off her hard work, which equaled a teeny tiny waist & washboard abs. {by the way, congrats mama} As I sat there with jealousy bubbling up, I saw the first comment "you can have it all"

It got me to thinking what does that even mean? Why does it seem like we strive so hard to get there? Does it, can it apply to me? And do I even want it?

Because having it all seems like a lot too much.
I can't expect to have an "have it all" home when we have 5 children in the home.
I can't expect to have an "have it all" waist when I've always carried extra weight & I love food
I can't expect to have an "have it all" marriage because marriage is about a good work & a good work doesn't always look so pretty
I can't expect to have an "have it all" money makin job because right not my "job" doesn't provide income, but boy is it a blessing
I can't expect to have it all & I don't want it all.

I only want the things God provides & gives.
I only want the things that will push me as a woman, as a wife, mother, friend, sister, human.



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  1. This spoke to me more than I could explain.

    Love you!

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