Elizabeth/Let God Get Bigger

Elizabeth finished her Middle School Volleyball year last week.  This had been a hard year for her.  New coaches, proud players, not a lot of time on the court, and all that other stuff that comes with middle school girls and life.

But she did well.  She percevierd.  Her very last game she was put in at the end a long with all the younger team members and she did great.  She was able to shine, she made the winning shot, she helped the girls and encouraged them.  It was a blessing for me and her to finish the year on a positive note.  I think that Father in Heaven really blessed us to have that opportunity.

My sister (who is an amazing mother herself) sent me this article and I really did enjoy it.  Here is a section that really described how I feel about God in my life as a parent and what I am working on daily that I may come closer to Him and have Him involved continually in my life.

To moms of one or two children, from a mother of five

By Sarah Short

It gets easier. If you let God get bigger.
I now have five children, and I'm maxed totally maxed out just like I was when I had one and two and three and four.
But, mothering is easier for me now than it used to be. For one reason: I need God more.
I need him in the morning, at noon and at night. I need him to wipe my tears when my baby won't let me sleep at night. I need him to calm my heart when I'm changing bed sheets at 2 a.m. I need him to keep my children safe because I only have two hands and one set of eyes, and crossing a parking lot means holding on tight, but it also means letting go of "I can do this" and trading it for "God, you are with me, and you love them, too."
I need him to help me trade my doing for his doing.
I need his patience.
I need his joy.
I need his love.
You know, I needed God when I had one and two children. But I had all of this stuff — books and gear and grannies and know-it-all voices and I had me.
So I flailed about amidst all of that and tried to raise my children in the Land of I Can Do This.
But, God has whittled away all of that other stuff. He's taught me that he loves my children more than I do, and he loves to hear my voice calling out to him and letting him fill me with strength and wisdom and love and joy for my children.
So, mamas of one or two littles afoot, when you ask me, "How do you do it?" I know what you're asking. And I know what you're feeling and what's behind your eyes, and I walked in your shoes, and you are doing the hard, hard stuff of motherhood.
It is not easier because you "only" have one child or two children.
But as you find your way, and the more you let God be your strength and realize that you cannot in the many ways you think you can, it gets easier.
And it gets so, so good.