Litany of Humility: Revised
From the fear of 6 AM.
From the fear of getting poop on my shirt.
From the desire to wear a normal bra and clothes without button-fronts.
From the desire to be comfortable.
From the desire to be taut and trim.
From the fear of baby-wrangling and perpetual pit-stains.
From the desire to have a coordinated wardrobe that always fits.
From the fear of being imperfect.
From the desire to be completely alone.
From the fear of getting bitten in the back of the thigh.
From the desire to make dinner in one attempt instead of twenty.
From the desire to be uninterrupted.
From the fear of getting poop on my shirt.
From the desire to wear a normal bra and clothes without button-fronts.
From the desire to be comfortable.
Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire to be taut and trim.
From the fear of baby-wrangling and perpetual pit-stains.
From the desire to have a coordinated wardrobe that always fits.
From the fear of being imperfect.
Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire to be completely alone.
From the fear of getting bitten in the back of the thigh.
From the desire to make dinner in one attempt instead of twenty.
From the desire to be uninterrupted.
Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire to stew over negative thoughts.
From the desire to huff and puff around the house.
From the urge to believe that parenting is unequal.
From the desire to be affirmed.
Deliver me, Jesus.
I feel like I have been struggling with the last 2 a lot lately, as well!
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