{Five Minute Friday flash mob, y’all: Mighty.}

Someone today told me I was super mom.

Ha. I don’t feel mighty, these days.

Days of ER visits, and a sick babe, and a sick mama, and a three year old that bolts in parking lots and screams when he is mad. Days Weeks of crying for Dad, for dogs, for EVERYTHING.

But I don’t need to be mighty, not when I’m awash in a sea of grace.

And sure my life raft feels postage stamp sized, sometimes, and razor thin. And I may have declared this day OVER at 5 pm after the three year old ran in front of a moving vehicle because he was mad. And I maaaay have subsequently put my two oldest children in bed before seven.

But the Truth is mighty and His grace is sufficient and maybe we didn’t have the spring break I envisioned, but my babes, I love them so.

And they know it. Even when I am melting down at 5 pm.

So I apologize {a lot}, snuggle copious amounts with the crier, the runner, and the sickie, pretend like I don’t see the mess ALL OVER MY HOUSE, and start again tomorrow.

And that, folks? That could be a little mighty.

A round-up of our recent days. Curated by my iPhone.

~M.