To the Momma Who Feels Spread Thin,
I saw you running to the soccer fields the other day. Running late to practice, you had to park at the back of the lot, and you knew that you were the last family there. Your son ran ahead looking for his team likely already doing drills. You had the baby carrier in one hand, and a lawn chair in the other with your three year old little girl running right next to you just trying to keep up.
“Have fun, baby!” You shouted as your little boy took the field. “I’ll be right here! Listen to your coaches! Do what they say!”
You looked exhausted. It was hot that day. The Oklahoma sun had heated even the early evening air to over 90 degrees, and you knew that the baby wouldn’t want to stay in his carseat long. You were right. You barely got the lawn chair opened before the baby wanted to eat, and then you struggled to feed him discreetly while your three year old attempted to climb up in the chair with you and the baby.
I know you were tired. I know that you weren’t sleeping well with a baby that tiny. I know that you were still adjusting to having three little ones, and now you were adding soccer practices and games and ballet lessons to the mix. I know that you were just trying to do the very best that you could. But I know that with a husband who seems to work all the time, and everything you have to handle on your own, you just feel spread thin.
Like any minute someone might see right through you.
You feel like there isn’t enough of you to give everyone everything they need. Even though it seems like all you do is give yourself away. It seems like all you do is pour out all that you are and all you have for everyone else.
Because I know how your day goes. From the moment you wake up, you are needed. You jump from one meal to the next, from one event to the next, from one project to the next, with a million things up in the air over your head, all while tenderly caring for little hearts. While you dodge the lies that say you’re not enough and that you’re not doing enough.
And while you make it look so easy, I know otherwise. I know that under all of the “I can do it myself,” you wear a heavy cloak of “Somebody please help.”
So, dear one? I need you to know something. You’re not foolin’ Me, sister. Because I AM the one who sees you in your rising up and your lying down. I AM the One who holds you in your joys and in your sorrows, and I AM the One who is more than able to handle every burden of your heart. So, will you let Me? Will you let Me remind you that I AM enough? Will you let Me remind you that in Me all hope is found?
Because if you will let Me? I will be all that you need, and I will whisper truths to your heart that ring louder than any twisted lies.
Sweet, Mom, it’s going to be okay. Your burdened heart is safe with Me
– Jesus
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