Sometimes I forget I prayed for this.

The husband, the home, the kids— this entire chaotic season of life.

I forget it when the days are long and all I’m doing is counting down until bedtime. When we’re on meltdown 27 of the day. When I’m so touched out and on sensory overload that I think my head might pop off. When Dad is out of town and I’m running this ship solo.

When all I really want is a break, I forget I prayed for all of this. The good, the great, the bad, and the ugly.

I’m really grateful the Lord answers prayers. Even on the hard days.

This piece was originally published on Facebook & has since appeared on The Faithful Woman.