A baby. Determined to fall asleep on Mommy, and Mommy only. Teething, with rough nights and long days. Precious, sleepy, and decidedly cranky.
A husband. Desperately wanting, no, needing his wife's attention. Wanting so much to go on a date, or play a game together. Oftentimes hungry as he leaves the working world behind and walks over the threshold into his home.
A mom. Exhausted, needing even a few quiet moments alone. But the baby screams. The pile of dishes setting haphazardly on the counter screams. The laundry, rivaling the size of Mount Everest, screams. The garbage practically begs to be taken out and thrown into the dumpster. Her husband, walking into the mess, graciously helps her tackle it; more often than she feels he should have to. As she sits down to her Bible Study, learning about becoming a woman of excellence, she thinks, "Oh,
the irony!".
Her God. In Heaven, yet only a whisper away, looking at His precious daughter and saying, "Trust. Trust that the strength I provide you with today is enough." Her worth is not in her abilities as a wife, a mom, or a housekeeper. Her worth is found in Christ alone. The same grace that rescued this once worthless mound of sin and shame is the same grace He extends on a daily basis, for our daily messes. And it is enough. In her weakness, she is made strong. When she is powerless, His might comes shining through. All she must do is come, sit at His feet, and find rest for her soul.
To all my new Mamma Sisters, we are not enough; but HE is.
A husband. Desperately wanting, no, needing his wife's attention. Wanting so much to go on a date, or play a game together. Oftentimes hungry as he leaves the working world behind and walks over the threshold into his home.
A mom. Exhausted, needing even a few quiet moments alone. But the baby screams. The pile of dishes setting haphazardly on the counter screams. The laundry, rivaling the size of Mount Everest, screams. The garbage practically begs to be taken out and thrown into the dumpster. Her husband, walking into the mess, graciously helps her tackle it; more often than she feels he should have to. As she sits down to her Bible Study, learning about becoming a woman of excellence, she thinks, "Oh,
the irony!".
Her God. In Heaven, yet only a whisper away, looking at His precious daughter and saying, "Trust. Trust that the strength I provide you with today is enough." Her worth is not in her abilities as a wife, a mom, or a housekeeper. Her worth is found in Christ alone. The same grace that rescued this once worthless mound of sin and shame is the same grace He extends on a daily basis, for our daily messes. And it is enough. In her weakness, she is made strong. When she is powerless, His might comes shining through. All she must do is come, sit at His feet, and find rest for her soul.
To all my new Mamma Sisters, we are not enough; but HE is.
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest..."
~Matthew 11:38-30
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