One night after the kids were in bed, I let myself feel the emotions that I'd been hiding all day long. Feelings of inadequacy took me to my knees in prayer. I'd always dreamed of having 4 or 5 kids. I'd always imagined I'd be a fun, energetic mom that was always teaching her children. Instead I had two children, I was constantly fighting fatigue, and YouTube was the kids' teacher. I prayed. I asked what the future of our family would be like. Would there be more children? Could I ever get to a point when I could handle even one more? Or even handle the two I'd been blessed with? I said "amen" and wearily started climbing into bed. Before my head hit the pillow, a distinct thought came to my mind: 'read the story of the widow's mite'. I recognized immediately that the thought didn't originate in my own head, so I quickly opened up my scripture app on my phone and read from Mark chapter 12: 41 And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and...
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