Parenting is hard.

The other day I woke up to an empty nest. Even though the calendar says the last feather blew out the door almost two years ago, I beg to differ because emptiness lingers like the taste of a strong red onion.

Just when you think you’ve rinsed away the harsh bite with minty freshness, morning breath reminds you of the perils related to a mouth closed for hours on end.

This current season of my life marches on as a brutal test of surrender. Letting go does not come easy for me, my spirit clenches as I try to control uncomfortable circumstances. Even though I Listerine with prayer, I’m learning a heart closed to complete trust in God’s ways leaves a nasty aftertaste. And walking through life with onion breath stinks.

Join me over at Her View From Home today as I discuss how I don’t want to thank God for not giving me the gift of crystal ball parenting, especially when my kids are suffering. He keeps reminding me faith requires more than I can see. Hmf.

Why God Won’t Give Me the Gift of Crystal Ball Parenting

Keep the faith, crazy Mommas!

Shelby is a Christian mom to three beautiful knuckleheads who have left her with an empty nest in which to ponder what the mom thing has (done to her) meant over the past twenty-three years. On her blog she shares with readers an open book of revelations, screw-ups, gaffs, and joys. Shelby is currently working on her first book.