You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Moms tend to be a dismissed bunch. I mean, how often have you told someone you were a mom and they responded by saying, “Really? Fascinating! Tell me more about that.” I’m going to go ahead and guess never.
When people hear that we are moms, they start asking about our kids. And because we love our kids, we gladly start talking about them. This may seem all well and good for a while, but it can lead to some devastating consequences.