Struggle, Joy, Struggle, Joy

My house, it’s dirty. The floors are sticky like 2 minutes after I mop them it seems. There are tiny shoes and clothes strewn throughout and some awful smell coming from the fridge. It’s the daily struggle and joy. The struggle, like the laundry, never ends – but neither does the joy of knowing I have laundry to do for my little ones. My loneliness and my dirty home feel like my walk with Jesus.  I struggle with feeling like I have to have it “all together” when truthfully, my battles… Continue reading Struggle, Joy, Struggle, Joy