There is a comment thread among mothers; we desperately need help!  There are so many decisions to make.  What do we feed our children?  How much?  How long should they sleep?  Are we doing this right?  Where should we send them to school?  Should I home educate?  Will I harm them if I do this?  Do I proceed with this intervention or let nature take its course?

Then there are the critics… the ones that have it all together.  Those other moms.  The ones that look like they have this motherhood thing down pat and can juggle 10 bazillion balls at once without dropping a one.  The reality is, we ALL drop our fair share of balls… some are just behind closed circus tents.

The fact is that we are all in this thing together.  If we are christian moms, our number one desire is that our children would come to know the Lord Jesus as their personal savior.  That the Holy Spirit would be real and living and powerful in their little lives.

Right now, raising little ones, It seems like a lot.  A LOT.  Breaking up spats, cleaning up milk, the Deja Vu conversations about please pick up your room and let’s try to put our things away please.  Some mornings I struggle to get out of bed, knowing it will be the same thing all over again…. but then I remember, it is not the same.  It’s a brand new day with new opportunities to train and teach and point them to Jesus.

I need to remind myself that this is just a season… this is just a season.  Our little ones will soon be grown and these endless, tireless days will seem only a distant memory.  So stay strong, weary mother.  Finish well.  Determine to live your days so close to your Savior that no matter what goes on in your home, your days will be invested in glorifying your maker.

I heard this from a pastor just yesterday and it really stuck out to me.  Like a whack across the face and a plunge to the heart kind of stuck out to me.

A man asked a friend, “How can I improve and better my prayer life?”  He was standing next to a barrel of water and his friend then took the back of his neck, and shoved his head under the water.  He let him stay under for a good few seconds and then lifted his head out.  “Why on earth did you do a thing like that?” he asked.  

That is the prayer of my heart these days.  I want to walk so close to my Savior that He is far more important to me than my next bite to eat or even my very next breath.  I want to live this out for my children, how about you?

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