I’m finding myself in a season where my time is not my own. It’s a glorious time, really, and I’m loving every minute of it.
But I haven’t always enjoyed it.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I used to get quite aggravated. I’m a Type-A personality who keeps a tight calendar. I resented the interruptions to my schedule, wishing someone else could step in when last minute problems arose.
Oh, I could mask my frustration in a churchy way, but deep down I didn’t feel churchy AT ALL.
Can you identify?
I think a lot of women feel that way from time to time, especially moms.