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A Joyful Mother

Two years ago, I wanted nothing else than to be a mommy. I remember, at some point on my journey to motherhood, laying on the floor of our “nursery” crying and asking God for a baby. I understood all too well what Hannah was going through when the Bible talks about her weeping in anguish and pouring her soul out to the Lord (I Samuel 1:10 and verse 15).

As I was reading my Bible this morning, my baby girl, my child of promise, wanted to join in. She loves the Word of God and loves to be near me while I read the Bible aloud to her. Today, as she started grabbing at the pages, I saw Psalm 113:9 underlined.

“He grants the barren woman a home, like a joyful mother of children.”

I teared up as I remembered all the tears I cried, prayers I prayed, scripture I spoke, and how God was faithful through it all.

If you are believing for a baby, know that God wants to give you the desires of your heart. Every woman who asked God for a baby in the Bible had at least one baby. Speak the truth of God’s Word over your body. Pour your heart out to the Lord because He listens. He is good. He is faithful. Keep speaking His truth and watch the victory unfold. Keep praying. Keep believing, and don’t give up.



Motherhood. There’s nothing quite like it. At times it’s hard and exhausting, but it is always amazing. It’s the hardest yet easiest thing I’ve ever done. I say easiest not because I’m the perfect mother or never have challenges. But because there’s nothing I would rather do. Every sleepless night is worth it because one day I’ll sleep. Every day I don’t get my house cleaned it’s okay because someone was more important to me. Every diaper I change I do with joy because someone needs me. Every time I miss out on the fun things I used to be able to do with friends isn’t so bad because I’m not missing out on what really matters.

Motherhood is a beautiful gift. I cherish these moments. The hard ones, the happy ones, the in between ones. They are all precious and I don’t want to take them, or my precious child for granted. They won’t last long. So I choose to soak up every last drop of it! God chose me to be the mother of this wonderful child. I don’t take that lightly. He entrusted her to me. He knows and trusts me to raise her the way He needs her raised. He knows and trusts that I will fight for her. He knows and trusts that I will teach her to trust Him. It’s an honor and I’m not ashamed to be a mother. It is a gift. A beautiful gift.