I’m not gonna be a great Mom. Not even a good one.
I’m gonna be a reckless one.
One who loves hard. Laughs loud. Surprises her kids with joy. With smiles. With memories.
Because reckless is the farthest description of my weighted life.
Count. Consider. Count again.
No spontaneity. No surprising joy.
So today. Just today. On a cold Monday.
Father, help me to live recklessly free in Your reckless love.
Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I’ve ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing…. Through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.Ann Voskamp
I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.John 10:10b