Sometimes romance is the last thing we need and according to Kate Elizabeth Conner, for her right now, it's GRACE. This came from her blog Lily Pads.
I have been fortunate enough to live virtually every day of my life feeling remarkably, confidently, okay with myself.
Until last month.
I’m now three months pregnant with my third child.
I believe that rock bottom occurred the other day as Dan was walking out the door to work. I caught him, and with tears in my eyes I begged,
“If you see a girl who is skinnier or prettier than me, remember that I am carrying your child. Remember that I’ve carried all your children. And that I’m smart, and I write, and that I love Jesus a whole lot. Remember that you love me. Okay?”Yikes.
I am in such desperate, desperate need of grace.
I need grace because recently, I’m not the Kate that my husband signed up for. She is joyful, magnetic and the victim of chronically excellent self-esteem – and she is lost somewhere inside of me.
I need grace because I’m myopic, weepy, and self-absorbed.
I need grace because my dishwasher is broken, giving me the pathetic excuse I need not to cook anything, ever.
I need grace because I can’t keep my eyes open after 2:00pm.
I need grace because I have absolutely no interest in making friends, finding the library, or post office, playground, or coffee shop.
I am humbled and thankful to say that my husband’s love, too, is bigger than my ugliness, and that he has shown me grace.
Please, decide to be a giver and a receiver of grace today; we all need it like crazy.
Thanks for this big dose of santifigumption, Kate!