Sometimes I forget.

I forget the important and sacred role I have in raising my children. I get so tangled up in the expectations, the noise, the constant demands on my time, energy, and brain that I lose sight of what this is all really about.

I hear words at church about service, charity, kindness, sharing Christ’s love, and my mind immediately runs to the world outside my home. The community. The ward. The people who need help, support, and connection.

But then the Spirit quietly reminds me:
Your first ministry is in your home.

The ones who need my charity the most aren’t strangers. They’re my children – wild and wonderful and watching.
They’re the ones who need my love, my patience, my sacrifice.

And my husband – working long, hard days away from home – he’s part of this mission too. His sacrifice makes my presence here possible. And I want to honor that by showing up – not perfectly, but purposefully.

This sacred work of motherhood doesn’t always feel sacred. Some days it feels like mess and chaos and cereal again for dinner.

But I’m learning to see Christ’s love in the crumbs, in the read-alouds, in the tantrums and the triumphs.

Because this work matters. Eternally.

President Russell M. Nelson

“The highest and noblest work in this life is that of a mother. There is no more important or sacred responsibility.”

With love and wonder,
Britt x