And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all, which we give of Him:
That He lives!
For we saw him, even on the right hand of God; and we heard the voice bearing record that he is the Only Begotten of the Father—
That by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God.
—Doctrine & Covenants 76:22-24
Happy Easter!
Sometimes, motherhood is a treadmill. I’m running myself ragged, but never really getting anywhere. (This is why I hate treadmills.)
Of course, as a mom sometimes the exhaustion goes beyond the physical. Sometimes I feel like as soon as I get a grasp on one age or stage, everything changes. The minute I accept Hayden’s three nap schedule, he grows out of his third nap.
I feel like a passage in Second Timothy, “Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.” Or at least the children. (Don’t even get me started on the laundry!)
But for now, I feel rather competent—and I’ll enjoy it as long as I can!
Do you ever feel like you’re climbing a mountain of sand when it comes to understanding your job as a mother?