So there’s most likely a whole bunch of us tired tonight. Victims of stuff that happens in daily routine. Sometimes don’t we even wonder why, as it seems that nothing out of the ordinary has happened, it’s just everything all coming together into one big conundrum without any reprieve. Oh, aren’t we needing quiet rest for the weariness of our beings and for the healing of our souls? Yeah, the body is willing but the mind is weak, and sometimes we just can’t shut it down or shut it off and find sweet peace in there somewhere ~ anywhere. We’ve done dinner, and dishes and kids and laundry, yes, even on Sunday, and we’ve done more dinner and dishes and kids and laundry, yes, even on Sunday. We’ve dealt with issues, hurts, bandaids, snacks and pets, and ministries and services, people and did I say kids? Yeah, big ones, little ones, newborns, fighting kids and obnoxious kids and selfish kids and more kids and does it ever stop long enough to catch your breath? No, not likely ~ not until you’ve totally flopped back on that bed, eyes closed, breathing a quick sigh of relief five minutes before a whailing cry pierces the dark! Maybe teeth, maybe tummy, maybe sniffles, maybe nightmares, but you mom, are up to deal with it. And you were so tired too. It doesn’t seem fair, and this motherhood thing, this sweet pic of motherhood, seems way bigger and longer lasting than the books ever painted it!
You’re a busy mom and a wearied, beautiful soul, sometimes tattered and torn and tossed about in the massive, whirlwind of your needy family. Is there ever time for you to collect your thoughts, regroup and recoup? Yeah, you feel like you stand on the banks of your own personal, private Red Sea that refuses to part! Not now, not ever! But beautiful mom, and you, it will part, and it will end, and for now just know that yours is the highest calling anyone could be blessed with. You lead life itself into maturity, and it’s a hard place and tough job because it’s so daily but it’s well worth the effort and the constant demands as you wear the many hats of your day to help satisfy the many needs of your brood. Ahhh yes, when you reach that comfy, soft pillow one more time say with the Psalmist in Palm 62: 5,6,7,8 “Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in Him. He alone is my Rock and my salvation. My fortress where I shall not be shaken….Oh my people trust Him at all times. Pour out your heart to Him, for God is our refuge.” Then look on to Psalm 66: 5,6 and take comfort and find Hope in a God of miracles and a God of grace and a God of mercy and favour. A God who cares about the cares of His own…yeah, “Come and see what our God has done. What awesome miracles He performs for His people. He made a dry path through the Red Sea, and His people went across on foot.”
You will too! Your feet will find a foothold in the instabilities and diversities of mom life! It might not be within the next five minutes but your Red Sea will part and when it does, you’ll know it. You will realize God’s amazing and sustaining grace that has kept you through the stormy seasons of this life. For now though, mom, Rest your weary soul in God’s hands and find His care for your sweet self as you gently dole it out to ‘life’ entrusted to you and life in your care.
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So it’s done it again and life has thrown another wrench on the road of your trying journey. You can’t get over it and you can’t get around it and you just know you can’t get through it! So, here you are left feeling frustrated, empty and unhappy with your plight! Possibly fearful, alone and anxious. The way is ominous, and mysterious and so very unfulfilling. There are no answers and seriously sometimes there are just no questions because how does one wrap their head and their heart around the difficulties that evolve out of no where? How does one elaborate on “Why”? So much stuff and now what? Where does the heart go when the head just doesn’t understand? Beautiful soul, go to the Father who knows the “Why” and chooses to keep it for you. Go to the One in sovereign charge over your matters, your issues, your concerns and your cares. In Psalm 137 God’s people sat by the rivers of Babyon and wept. They were in exile in a pagan land and their song was gone. They hung up their harps in the tree branches because it was too painful to remember the joyous moments of their promised land. They had been bullied by leaders and kings from inside and outside of Israel. David though, chose to remember Jerusalem even through the pain and so can we. Let’s say with him in Psalm 138:2b, 3: “I will praise Your name for Your unfailing love and faithfulness; for Your promises are backed by all the honour of Your name. As soon as I pray, You answer me; You encourage me by giving me strength.”
Hope and Healing In Hard Places 