We love to go for family walks/runs with the stroller and wagon. It's a stress reliever to be outside, to be surrounded by God’s artwork, and to enjoy time together. As fall approaches, the cooler weather entices us outside for longer adventures throughout the day.
I won't define our journeys as “leisurely strolls,” though. To call our neighborhood “hilly,” is a huge understatement. I’m usually drenched in sweat, calves burning, ears alert to the infectious giggles coming from my son as I try to appear joyous while coughing up a lung.
We have a lot on our plates right now: sick grandparents, juggling finances, raising an audacious little boy, and balancing life with careers. Our neighborhood adventures currently allow me to clear my head in the midst of tackling hill after hill.
Today, as we approached the last climb before our cul-de-sac, I prayed, “God, I'm tired. This wagon is heavy. I don't know if I can get to the top without stopping. Please just help me make it home.” Climbing that hill after a morning and four-mile run felt like attempting to take on Mount Everest with the heaviest climbing pack you could imagine.
Don't we moms feel that way sometimes? We are weak and heavy-laden with responsibilities, emotions, and surprises that load our lives full. The weight of those loads grow and the hills seem to become steeper. We are left with little strength or stamina. We question how much more we can endure.
But, there’s one thing we tend to forget in the busyness of it all: Jesus is carrying our load.
He walked up the long hill of Calvary. He carried the cross miles and miles only to be nailed to and disgraced on it. His body was heavy with the sin and burdens of the world; He died so our heavy load would no longer belong to us.
With this realization, I pulled the wagon (with my thirty-pound toddler in tow) up that hill knowing God would never leave nor forsake me. I know Jesus carries the weight, step by step. His arms are never too weak to take on what He was called to do: bear the cross (including every obstacle, responsibility, feelings of inadequacy, and stress we encounter as mothers).
So, we give Him the weight, let Him move our feet during times of exhaustion, and embrace joy knowing we can make it up any mountain with Jesus by our side.
Word of the Day:
Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41:10)
God, I come to you with weakness while embarking on this mountainous journey called “motherhood.” I know I'm not alone in feeling there are more hills to climb than valleys to coast down. I ask for reminders of Your presence, strength, and faithfulness. I pray You lift the loads we carry as mothers. I pray our weakness is Your strength and our journey rests in Your love. Father, help us to relinquish the fear, worry, and grasp on the things we carry with such intensity. Take hold of our hearts, and guide us to a front row seat for the hill of Calvary, to remind us of gratefulness that our burden is no longer our own. Thank you for Your faithfulness during our past, present, and future climbs.
In Your loving name,
Author: Candace Koon