Little Mama On The Prairie

A life and weight-loss journey.

On my heart…

on March 24, 2013

I don’t normally post on Sundays. Not for any particular reason, its just usually a busy or resting day so I don’t spend quite as much time on the computer and a little more time with my family. Today, however, there is something on my heart that I want to share. It has absolutely nothing to do with weight loss but everything to do with my life right now.

For some time now I have really struggled with my role as mother. Not so much feeling inadequate as a mother, as unable to cope. I feel pushed, pulled, pressed, cajoled and more than any other phase in my life, I feel spiritually empty. I have never been great at keeping up with daily devotions and alone time with Jesus. It’s always something I’ve wanted, but something I’ve never quite been able to get into the habit of. I have especially felt convicted of this recently as I realize a huge part of why I feel overwhelmed with motherhood is because I keep on trying to do it on my own strength. How silly is that? Anyone who’s ever been a mother (and a few who haven’t) know that motherhood is the hardest job on the face of the earth. How can I expect to be able to do it on my own? Why would I even want to try? So I have made it a purpose to add another discipline to my already full life, spend time alone with my Lord each day, in order to have the strength needed to do the tasks before me.

And then there is this. Two things I hope I never [again] say to any young mother:
1. Just wait, it gets worse.
2. I had to do it back when my kids were small, now it’s your turn.
When we say these two phrases to any young mother who is daily struggling just to survive motherhood, we are telling her two things:
1. There is no hope for you.
2. There is no help for you.
What devastating words! There is no HOPE for you! There is no HELP for you! Those are the two things every young mother wants to believe she can have, hope and help. Is it any wonder that young mommies everywhere are deeply hurting in silence because if they share their struggles with a woman who is past this phase, she is told there is no hope. There is no help.

I am so thankful for several women who took the time to encourage and lift up this weary, worn-out, devastated mother and help me to realize there IS hope, there IS help, both from our Saviour and from the women who believe and live the words of Titus 2:4-5,

“Older women likewise are to…teach what is good, and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled.”

If I, as a struggling mother, have given you the impression that there is no hope, there is no help, then I sincerely ask forgiveness for this. And now I challenge both myself and each of you, to lift up the weary mothers around you, both in prayer and in physical support. Let us give them and each other help and hope.


2 Responses to “On my heart…”

  1. Janet Buhler says:

    I think many mothers feel like you do, I for one am in the same boat. Thank you for those words of encouragement!

  2. Little Mama says:

    I know there are many, Janet. And I think many more who are afraid to admit it. We really do need the support of each other around us. To be real and open about our struggles so we can help each other, especially the mommy’s who feel like they’re all alone in this. None of us are alone in our struggles, someone else is going through the same thing, or has gone through it already and could bring the comfort and encouragement that only someone who really knows can bring.

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