A mom’s life, whether you are home caring for toddlers, or juggling a career and children, is often a tour de force of multi-tasking. Sometimes, I feel like a triage nurse. At the end of the day, you just hope everyone in your care survived.
While it’s the toughest of jobs, I would re-enlist in a heartbeat without blinking an eye. Raising children is God’s way of replenishing the earth with His goodness; no wonder Jesus said “Hey, let them come to me!” (Matthew 19:14).
It’s important to know that God is there when the day seems like blur. You know what I mean: when it is so overwhelming, four people couldn’t possibly manage it-- the day you look at the clock, and it’s 5pm, and you are still in your PJs.
I’m reminded me of a day I was home alone with my four kids. I walked into the bedroom to call the youngest to dinner, only to find he emptied his diaper all over the room. It was fascinating that he could cover so much square footage with poop. I came into the kitchen put my head down on my hand and my elbow landed on a fork. A fork that was wedged under a plate of macaroni and cheese, which subsequently went airborne.
It was almost Seussical. As I was on my hands and knees, cleaning all the cheesy goodness off the floor, a child, who will remain nameless, spilled his milk and it cascaded down like a shower all over me. I remember very little of the rest of that day, except that it involved tears (me) and a lot of steam vacuuming.
Believe it or not, even on those days, like these, when you wish you had a personal assistant, sous chef or a live-in Mary Poppins-- God is right there, in it all.
One of my favorite stories is of Susanna Wesley, the infamous mother of Charles Wesley whose husband was thrown in debtor’s prison, her house burned down twice and she was left to make ends meet with multiple children on her own. Her method of dealing with all of this madness was to frequently throw her apron over her head and pray in the midst of chaos.
I totally get it, Susanna.
What a great reminder that in midst of mind numbing chaos, God is there. The same God that put the world together from dust, holds your life firmly in his hand in the chaos. Often I retreat to a corner in my kitchen and just pray. The room fills with peace and for one minute I feel the peace of God flow into my crazy life.
So, whether your sanctuary is behind a bathroom door with toes squiggling underneath, a moment at your favorite coffee shop or outdoors; steal away with God regularly. Let him restore your soul. Be still with him, let the peace come in even if it’s just a minute, and he will bring the blurring whirlwind that is your life into focus, so that you can pick up and face it refreshed and renewed.
Word of the Day:
“He says, ‘Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.’” Psalm 46:10
Father help me to slow down and realize you still own the universe. That if I stop for a minute and breathe, it’s OK. Help me to find those moments in my crazy day to walk with you and share my heart. Thank you for giving me peace in the storm, your promises my ballast when the waters get rough. Remind me today that time with you, and my family, trump the giant list of things I have to do today. Remind me to steal away with you and find my peace in you. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.