Feelings of failure. Feelings of inadequacy. Feelings of insecurity. And feelings of worry about our direct influence on our littles.
And it made me reflect on the Earth's seasons and how God gave us seasons for a reason. The kind of posts I read yesterday typically don't bog down the internet during the months of June, July and August, when tank-tops and flip-flops are an outwardly display of our inwardly carefree summer hearts.
No, right now we are going through the switch between winter and spring, when we shed off the old and dead, and bring on the new and full of life. And there is a process. And it hurts, but we are being shaped and molded and will spring new life in the months to come.