This picture: wispies of grey, no makeup but for a thin line of lipstick, eyebrows disappearing with age, and I’m wearing the only shirt that still fit my four-days-post-partum frame. And now it’s one of my favorites. Motherhood has become the mirror of my weakness, a ready reminder that I’m not as great as I dream to be. And each year I’m understanding more and more … that God likes me, here, like this.
