I see you, precious mom.
You feel defeated. You’re exhausted-mentally, emotionally, physically-as you cry yourself to sleep. You lay there on that wet pillow, soaked in your tears, careful to not wake or disturb anyone. You’re always putting everyone else first.
You feel like you’re failing at ALL. THE. THINGS. In the middle of the night you lay there wide-eyed as you recount the day’s disappointments and struggles. The darkness of the night has you believing lie after lie.
They deserve a better mom. He deserves a better wife. You should be a better friend. You’re not present enough. You’re not patient enough. You’re not organized enough. Doubt piles on top of doubt until it all feels too heavy to carry.
In the stillness, as the house sleeps, the burdens come crashing down as you let it all out.
You try so hard yet some days just the getting-by feels like more work than it should be. Early mornings that turn into long days and pull you into late nights. Sometimes you’re just too tired to do anything else when those babes fall asleep but to crawl into bed too.
You are everything to everyone and sometimes you wonder who’s got you.
I don’t know when it gets easier. I don’t know at what point the guilt stops. But this I do know for sure…
When you’re feeling overwhelmed. When you are certain you’re failing. When you think nobody will understand and nobody will be there to wipe your tears- call on Jesus.
Even in the darkness. Even when the world is asleep. Especially in times like these. He will wrap you in His arms and give you’re mom heart rest.
Hang in there weary mama.
You are not alone.
You’re doing the best you can.
You are loved.
“The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The LORD is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalms 17-18
“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest in your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
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