The Imperfection I Need

In the last 6 1/2 years of motherhood, there has been a recurring reminder of how imperfect I am. Imperfection has become a close buddy of mine.

One thing I love about the imperfection that continues to show up in my life, is that it reminds me of what is really important.

My house fails at perfection. My children fail at perfection. My marriage fails at perfection…And I really fail at perfection.

Even though it can feel uncomfortable to live imperfectly, how amazing that imperfection points me to the perfect one. The only one who can give grace and contentment.

I am thankful that imperfection points me to my need for Christ. He has given me such joy and laughter. I have learned to laugh through the imperfection...because grace should bring on some really good laughter!


I'm not sure if I should call it nesting or panic mode…"I better get this done now, or it will never happen once the baby comes!" 

So I painted. I painted the bathroom, because that is where a pregnant lady should paint. Pee, paint, pee, paint.

Then I planted more succulents. Not only are they pretty, but they are survivors...And since my life is in survival mode, I'm kinda in love with them. Even the ones I thought I've killed have come back to life! They love me even when I neglect them…we have a beautiful relationship. I call them mommy plants.

Along with the little nesting/panic projects, I have been trying to enjoy the last days of the little guy growing in my belly. I lay awake at night and enjoy his movements. There is something precious about not knowing anything about him and anticipating the first moment we lock eyes. I laugh at his 2am hiccups and dream about how his life will change our family. I know this last month is a gift, I don't want to forget that.

The Last Days...

We are counting down the days until our family of five turns into a family of six. Everyone is dreaming about what our little guy will look like and all the things he will get to do with us…join the construction crew, cuddle in our beds, his first debut with nail polish…And Vitali has given us a play-by-play of the terrifying things he will do to the bad guys that try to beat up his little brother. He will be well-protected. 

Most days I am nervous to be a mom of four. Trusting the Lord with another baby in our family has been something I have to do every day. I know it will all work out, I'm just a little overly emotional, and overly sensitive, and overly hormonal…and I overeat ice cream…so I'm sure it will be fine.

This week I will be washing all the newborn clothes that Vitali and Elias wore when they were little…I might cry a little…then eat some ice cream.

I will also pull out our birthing tub…then panic with the thought of pushing a baby out of my body…then have some more ice cream with extra chocolate on top.

Happy Monday friends!!

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