“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.” Psalm 127:3
I can remember as a young girl playing this silly game with friends. The details elude me at the moment but in some fashion we would arrive at a number that would be for how many children we would have one day. I can recall making lists of names that I wanted to use for those children. I vaguely remember a few of those names (Samantha, Jessica, etc). Those names were never even in the running for my babies. Motherhood was this blurry vision in my mind. Whatever my childhood thoughts of motherhood, I know they were not, by any stretch, close to my reality.
A day doesn’t go by that I do not realize how blessed I am to be at home with my children. I have seen the first steps and heard the first words of my little ones. I hear them giggle with delight over new discoveries and I have had the joy of seeing and helping the ability to read click. I can share laughs with my older girls and relax together with a good movie. I have watched some of my babies become young women who are more capable than I was years past their ages.
As we all know, life isn’t a beautiful, blooming flower garden all the time. With all the smiles and giggles, there are not so happy times as well. Days like today. Days that started a little after midnight with your preschooler throwing up on your bed. Naturally waking up the baby who decides she doesn’t see the need to go back to sleep. After the sun rises you discover that your two year old decided to join his sister in not feeling well. Thankfully he was not near your bed when it happens. And the over tired baby? Yep. She’s teething. Those children who are feeling fine? They still need my attention as well. And math needs to be checked. And laundry needs to be done. Oh, yes, dinner. Hmmm…what is for dinner?
This evening, bedtime was approaching. Little ones were trying to stay awake which meant running and being loud. Last minute needs were being attended to. The baby was tired and fussy. I am exhausted. Weary. My mind was spinning with thoughts of the day, things that I still needed to do, things that were not going to get done. Again. I felt so overwhelmed. I spoke a bit snippy at someone for asking a simple question. I sighed a bit too loudly. Thankfully, the Lord drew me to His word. I love reading the Psalms. Tonight, as I was feeling weary; knowing I had fallen short today…I needed a psalm.
“Gracious is the Lord, and righteous:
Yes, our God is merciful.
The Lord preserves the simple;
I was brought low, and He saved me.
Return to your rest, O my soul,
For the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.” Psalm 116: 5-7
Return to your rest….dealt bountifully with you…. What beautiful words to my tired heart this evening. So thankful for His rest. No matter what is weighing heavy on my heart at the end of a day; no matter how I have fallen short; no matter what struggles the day has offered….He has given me rest, O my soul. So thankful for that rest. Rest for the weary and new mercies every morning……