Dear One, are you feeling weary? Worn? Exhausted?
The baby is up and fussy during the night. Every night, it seems. You sing, you rock, you nurse…..and you pray. For sleep. A little sleep. So that you can keep going.
The adorable little toddler is such an artist. Everything is her canvas. The hallway, the bed, the floor…..and Sharpie is her paintbrush. Your sweet little budding Picasso is costing you your life savings in cleaning products and paint.
Preschooler….Mr. Potty Training in Progress…..never quite makes it. The trains are more interesting and the tower was almost high enough and well, superheros are too busy to stop and go potty, right?
Then there is the phonics lesson and really, what is so hard about c-a-t? Why can’t she get it?
Don’t forget the laundry and dinner and sweeping and grocery shopping.
“And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.” Ephesians 6:9
Oh, dear one….cry out to the Lord. He is your strength. Your rock. Your rest.
I am at the end of one of “those days”. Sam, 3, was in superhero hyper mode today and his energy was boundless. It seemed that everyone needed help with math and grammar and writing. Little Miss…my darling little gooseberry had a rough day. A rough week. First a fever and running nose, then mosquitoes tried to make her their lunch and she is covered in bites. Now it appears that we have a bit of separation anxiety.
“But as for you, brethren, do not grow weary in doing good.” 2 Thessalonians 3:13
It was one of those days where I was ready for some quiet. Stillness. Little Miss had other plans. So I set aside my desire for quiet and gave comfort. It sees to always happen this way. The evening that you really need everyone to go to bed beautifully, someone needs you. A bit of extra loving at the end of a long day. And you think you have no more to give.
“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
Ah, but sweet momma. Yes, you do. God knows when the sparrow falls and He knows when your little ones are going to need extra loving. Or your teenager is going to need some extra talk time. He knows. He is going to give you the patience and the wisdom and the strength to handle it.
Take a moment. Read His Word. Lift up the burdens of your heart. Praise Him for who He is. Let Him draw you close. He is the mighty, awesome God and He will refresh your weary soul, momma. He will give His strength; His mercies.
Oh, how blessed we are to be mommas. How beautiful the weariness can be. Treasure them. The late nights…the long days…treasure them. They pass so quickly. The Lord has granted us such sweet, precious time with our little ones. Even on these nights when our bodies feel so weary….it is precious and beautiful. See this beauty He grants us.