What to do with Hard

Today, I yelled and I said some mean things to my girls.

Then I went in my room and cried.

Even though I’ve {mostly} let go of the story about how hard raising them is, I find myself believing it again when we have these moments. And it’s ok. Nothing has gone wrong. This is Heavenly Father’s way of refining me and I’m here for it. The happy as well as the ugly. I’m here for all of it.

Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.

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