I Am the Girl.

I am the girl who checks the ingredients, soaks the grains, makes extra trips to buy the raw goat’s milk, and eats fermented cabbage.

I am the girl who doesn’t plan dinner, has pizza delivered, asks her husband to get ice cream, and eats pizza for breakfast the next day.

I am the girl who makes her dishwasher detergent, compares homemade deodorant recipes, mops with vinegar, and fills the recycle bin quicker than the garbage can.

I am the girl who throws away vegetable scraps, doesn’t recycle the messiest containers, prefers paper towels to rags, and can’t imagine using cloth diapers when the twins come home.

I am the girl who is the good mom.

I am the girl who is the bad mom.

I am the girl who loves, listens, encourages, gives generously, is patient, and is thoughtful.

I am the girl who whines, criticizes, is stingy (especially with food), wants too much alone time, and is irritable.

I am the girl who freaks out, clings needily, frets and strives but doesn’t accomplish, spins her thoughts round and round her head, and can’t understand why she’s being unpleasant.

I am the girl who finally prays and hears God say, “Peace.”

I am the girl who knows she’s imperfect, yet perfectly loved, and that she’s in progress, but getting there.

"For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6