Working it Out

I love my three children. I will say that first. I don't like the carcus of a body that three children have left behind for me. I look at myself everyday and plan to take time for myself but, just like today... the day will fly by, the demands of motherhood will mount, and I will collapse into bed tonight without having "worked out" a plan for my physical reclamation.

With my motherhood role, also comes a full time job. I love teaching and know that it is my time for missionary work. Going into the "field" each day leaves me in God's hands so that I may guide, mold, and work through Him. This also leaves very little time for myself and the molding of my physique. As I sit here and vent about my plight in life andsuck down Easter's jelly beans, I know that my kids don't care what I look like. They don't even know what I used to look like or act like. They love me unconditionally, accept me, and know that I will be there for them.

The similarities between their need and my knowledge of what Christ is for me are wonderful. Christ's sacrifice for me was more than I can ever give. I know that I can sacrifice for my family and also find time to "work out" time for myself so that I can be the best mom possible.