I'm not crafty.
Or particularly fond of messes.
I'm not so patient.
I'm not creative.
I'm not a great cook.
No one will ever ask me to write a book on parenting. One, I can't write.
Two, I really am just flying by the seat of my pants.
I may not be able to whip up a four course dinner, a cute birthday cake, or custom make my kids' clothes, but what can I do?
I can teach them to love.
I can teach them right from wrong.
I can teach them to pray.
I can pray for them.
I can teach them, despite what the world tells them, that it's okay to stand up for something, even if you're the only one standing.
I can teach them that marriage is hard, but so worth it.
I can teach them to not be afraid to embrace life.
I can teach them that they're going to make mistakes, big ones, but it's how you handle your messes that defines you.
I can teach them that God is not akin to a vending machine. And His answers to your prayers may not be what you had in mind.
But above all, I can teach them that He loves them and He never abandons you.
I'm proof of that.