My week..turned month of being MIA

Yeah, I did it. I went MIA. I fell off the band wagon. I didn’t clean my house, I didn’t blog, I didn’t exercise, I didn’t make healthy meals. In fact, I didn’t do anything! I did play with Olivia. I did make sure my husband felt loved by me. But you know what, I failed at those things too. That’s okay. I will live, my family did. Just because I had one bad month of not accomplishing my goals does not mean that I just didn’t do anything. It meant that I learned. I learned to be humble. I learned to be patient. I learned to accept grace. I learned God doesn’t care if I can’t be perfect. God loves me for me inside and out. He chooses me despite all my shortcomings. Even I am being hard on myself, even if I feel like a failure. I can rest that God did everything for me. I don’t have to do anything. I don’t need to do anything to make him love me more. He loves me for me. With that knowledge, I am free. Free from the guilt of not being what I set out to be. I am being exactly what God created me to be and he knew that I would hit a few bumps along the way.