I see the moms posting pictures of perfect Friday nights on the porch with their hubbies. I see the moms posting pictures of girls night out. I see the moms posting pictures of sweet babies asleep in their beds. I see them and think, that’s not me.
I’m the mom at home exhausted on a Friday night, standing by the stairs training a two year old to stay in bed. I’m the mom still struggling to find girl friends to go out with on a Friday night. I’m the mom without a babysitter for date nights. I’m the mom whose season has left her standing on the cliff of weariness and clawing for hope.
My circumstaces are far from my idea of perfect most days.
I work hard.
I dream big.
I grow weary.
Can you relate? I bet you can.
In any and all situations, our source must always be the living water, the fountainhead of grace. <–Tweet That!
Charles Spurgeon once said:
If a continuous stream of oil comes not to the lamp, though it burn brightly today, it will smoke to-morrow, and noxious will be its scent.
Noxious will be the scent of my life if I cannot find the grace meant for today. Smokes of ashes will be my life if I do not kneel and seek the face of Christ today.
My gaze must turn toward Heaven instead of my earthly comfort and ease. Isn’t that the root of this battle?
I want to relax with my husband, laugh with my friends, and sleep without elbows in my chest.
My focus is skewed and selfish.
I don’t want to do the hard work of nurturing my children, carving out time for my marriage, or laying my heart on the line for one more friend. I want Heaven now when Christ has asked that we wait. He has asked me to wait for THAT day when we will be free from the burdens of this world.
Behold, I am making all things new. -Revelation 21:5
Not now. Not yet. There is still work left to do.
On, Mama, with your eyes on Christ, not your circumstances. On, Mama, with your heart saturated in the truth of the Word, not the lies of your heart. On, Mama, by grace that comes from the living source of water, our God.
He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the Lord! -Psalm 113:9