Who am I if the world stops turning for a moment
And I’m left with the quiet and the night
Who am I when grace is the only option
Because, alone, I’m never enough
And grace says that’s still okay.
Who am I in the face of lunchboxes and routines?
Who am I when I’m yelling at my kids to get out the door in the morning
Or to go to sleep at night?
Who am I?
I am loved!
I am chosen!
And maybe, just maybe that’s enough