I once read on a mom's blog that she gets tired of hearing how full her hands are once people see how many children she has.
That instead of people noticing how many kids she has, they'd notice how richly she'd been blessed.
Now, when I get those comments, once people see my little ones under foot...
as one chats my ears off, & another runs away in play (liking the panic he causes in me), & the other smiles sleepily on my shoulder,
I remember her words.
And I smile to myself.
Because I know a secret...
I do have full hands, because I am truly & richly blessed.
And I am grateful, because it didn't have to be this way.
"For the Mighty One is holy, and He has done great things for me."