We love because He first loved us.
Picking up toys again for the third time. Catching puke in my hand. Air drying my hair overnight is my new beauty secret (I don't even know where the blow dryer is). There is another rip in our couch. Acryllic paint on the table. Piles of laundry everywhere times six.
You know what dear mother? God sees you. He knows you. He chose this path for you even before you prayed for these sweet little babies.
He sees you and loves you when you lock yourself in the bathroom with your lunch.
He sees you and loves you when you cry because you just want some sleep.
He sees you and loves you when you yell at your children and ask for forgiveness two second later...or longer.
He sees you and loves you when you feel inadequate.
He wants you to know He died for you.
You are loved. Cherished. Made in His image. Beautiful. Even when your roots are 6 inches long (so thankful ombre is in style...)
Come out of that locked bathroom with a deep breath and know that God wants you to love those little ones the way He loves you.