Picking up blueberries beneath the high chair, I could feel warm tears well up in my eyes as my face grew flushed with raw emotion. (Italicized: Does what I am doing really matter? Does anyone know how hard I work? This work is hard and monotonous, with no extolment attached. Why God?) I asked my Jesus to help me in that moment. To help me with motherhood and life, as I transitioned into my new role as a stay-at-home mom.



