I am called to be a stay-at-home mom.  I know that.  I have peace in that.  And yet lately the refrain: "I don't have what it takes," and the thought: "I'm not cut out for this" has been plaguing me.  Well today, God spoke to my heart.  I was reading an article in the "Mercy Triumphs" Beth Moore study by her daughter--a super smart bible and theology genius (I think that's her official title) in which she discusses perfection, wholeness, and living a life true to our identity as children of God.  This section and scripture particularly struck me:

So in case you forgot, I'm doing a monthly "This is Me" series where I attempt to share something personal. or something real.  or something close to my heart. or some fatal flaw.  Or all of the above.  The first was this one on a post baby body.  The second was all about money.  The third (sort of) was about loving this man.  And this month's topic is a doozie.  Racism:

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So after this post where I duped you into thinking I had a 6 pack after two kids, I came up with a series for Taste{Full}.  I don't typically do series because I don't blog often enough (sad, because I love blogging) to keep up with them.  But I'm going to attempt a monthly series where I share something personal. or something real.  or something close to my heart. or some fatal flaw.  Or all of the above.  So this week here's my admission:

So in an effort to share more of "me," inspired by this series, this post, and this blog in general, I am sharing something non-pretty today.  I want to know, do you find this photo helpful?  Does it motivate you?  Does it make you say "If she can do it, so can I!" or "That's it! Right after I finish this Ben and Jerry's I'm joining the gym!" or does it depress you?  Does it make you sad?  Do you hate me?  If it's the former, you can stop reading.  You're welcome for the motivation.  If it's the latter, let me let you in on a little secret