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My oldest is home from Egypt and living with us until his apartment lease begins. He attempted to engage me last night and started a wonderful conversation with “Hey Mom! How are you?” Apparently I was not ready for his engagement.

I began to cry. Yes cry! I am still processing all the emotions from my first born coming back from deployment after nine months and now being here in my house and actually talking to me in person.

It’s hard being a mom. It doesn’t matter whether your child is two months, two years, twelve years, or too many years to count. It never ends does it mamas? My child pronounced me “too much” and left the room. I beg to differ though. I am not “too much”. If anything I am “too little”. But by whose standards?

This is where grace comes into play. I must remember I am the Daughter of the One True King-I am not too little. I am also not too much. I love my kids to the very moon and back, but they don’t define who I am. Only He does. I have to keep remembering that. And so do you my sisters. It’s a daily process to not get involved in the daily struggles, to keep our eyes on Him. We must pray that He settles our hearts, centers our minds on Him.

I am probably always going to cry when I spend time with my soldier, or at least be on the verge of tears. I don’t know that he will ever be okay with it, but I am. Because this is the way my King created me-an emotional, prone to tears mom who needs grace.

I find a lesson to be learned in all my past deeds. Oh sisters! I truly see my lesson learned here. I must always remember who I am and not worry about who I am to others.

Please comment and let me know your thoughts on this post. Please let me know how you remember you are the daughter of the One True King.

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