And in these moments I've been a better listener, to His voice, and to my own intuition. I realize that what I write here gives the appearance that I am consumed by motherhood and pregnancy. But, it is not the Mother in me that writes here, it is the Writer. It is Me.
I am not just the Mom whose child had and was healed of epilepsy. I am not just a Mother who is about to have her fourth baby. I am not just the Mom that is making her way day in and day out with her hopes and dreams pinned upon her children. I have a purpose. And in the quiet, I find that purpose revealed more clearly. Sometimes ever changing. But it's real. And it's just for me.
And by those things being a part of me, the Mom that I am, I can be used to do great things. By being someone that still has dreams and desires beyond the realm of having small children, I can be used to do great things. By the unknown ahead of me, I can be used to do great things. And just what defines great? To you, or even to me, it might seem small. But if I can be a light in the darkness, even a small light can lead the way.
If I can be still in the stillness, there is so much to hear.