"how in the world can a woman become a Mother & rightly raise up a child - unless by a miracle of the Father?"
in the young days of my motherhood, i feared i would mess it all up. that a mother's day would come when i wouldn't get a card or a call. that a day would come when my kids would resent me for all my imperfections. that my humility wouldn't be enough to heal the wounds i had inevitably inflicted.
but then i heard Him whisper to my fears... just find refuge in me, the Perfect Father. the perfect parent. and they will follow. just point them toward me & in me, they will find all that they need. all lack melts away in My presence. all criticism dissolves, for I am the perfectly extravagant, loving Father. and in me nothing is lost, nothing is wasted.
because being a good mother is all about knowing the perfect Father.