My Daughter’s Rendition of Our Family 🙂

Once upon a time in a far away land I thought I had it all together.

Many others seemed to agree with me. Branded the good girl and determined to live up to it, I played the game rather splendidly.

Marriage slowed down my game. Some great friends ignored the rules and scoffed at having it all together.

But my kids. They wrecked me.

Because there are no medals in parenting. Only tiny human beings whose lives depend on you. And they pay no attention to titles or game playing or living up to standards.

So I started over again. Desperate at times. Quiet as I’ve figured out the difference between dying to myself and dying to my personality. Slowly gaining traction as I try to raise my kids outside of the game. In a scandalous state of grace.

I’m not very good at it.

But I’m learning.

And I’m so grateful. My kids didn’t ruin my life – they’ve enriched it beyond compare. But God used them to wreck me. And then he started putting me back together again.

How have your kids changed you?