LifeMotherhood

You Matter

Dear woman of beauty, woman of grace,

You don’t feel beautiful. Or grace-filled.  Life has got you in a tangled mess. Perhaps you wake each morning in a frazzled state of hurry. You know you need to slow down but can’t figure out how. Always a need for more time, more money, more patience, more clean underwear. You feel the joy leave your body as you step on that first soggy Cheerio, as the coffee dribbles down your chin and onto your clean shirt instead of into your mouth, as the cat and the kids and the baby all cry for their breakfast before you’re even awake enough to process the fact that you just dumped the coffee grounds down the sink instead of into the garbage. That darn Cheerio’s still sticking to the bottom of your foot. The baby got hold of the toilet paper and is rolling it through every room in your house. The toddler ignored your instructions to take off his boots and there’s now mud caked into the rug. Devotions? On a typical morning you open your Bible to a random page and set it somewhere where you can read a line or two as you rushedly pass by…

And maybe your husband neglected to kiss you good-bye and you feel forgotten. And maybe your teenager is complaining that her life is awful and you feel like a failure. And maybe your ten year old is whining that there’s nothing to eat and you remember that it’s grocery day (ugh). And maybe you can’t remember the last time you laughed. Or cried. Because all you really feel lately is numb, and disappointed, and passed-over.

Let me remind you of your worth.

Luke 12:6-7 ESV  

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.

You have value, more than many sparrows – of which God knows them all. He sees you. He hears you. He loves you.

Matthew 11:28-30 ESV

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

Labor and heavy laden- can I get an Amen? Are we coming to Him with all that weariness? Forget the breakfast dishes. They can sit another ten minutes. Sit and learn from Him. Find rest in his words and his promises. Find rest for your soul. And after you’ve ha

d those ten minutes, the dishes won’t seem nearly as daunting, nor will the teenager. Promise.

Isaiah 58:10-11 ESV 

If you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday. And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.

Oh how I love these words. As wives, mothers, women, do we not pour ourselves out for those who need us? We pour and pour and pour sometimes until we, ourselves are so scorched. Nothing left. Dry. Empty. Yet God promises to make us strong, to satisfy our desires, to be like a watered garden, a spring of life. Why is it we don’t experience this all the time? Where’s that spring of water when out of pure exhaustion

I’ve just said ugly words to someone I love? It’s there. I believe God wants us to keep pouring ourselves out for others, but to look to Him and His Word for validation and strength, hope and renewal. To lean on Him, not social media, not even our husbands. And maybe we need to re-prioritize a little. People matter. Dishes and mud and cheerios and coffee stained shirts really don’t matter. Ask God to help you prioritize your day. Seek Him first and listen for His leading. You will find that spring of water. You need just ask, and then listen.

You matter to God, and you are not forgotten. Let’s face each day with a brave and loving heart. Ready to pour out for those who need us. Ready to seek God and find rest for our souls. Joy can be found in the smallest of places- even right under your foot where that Cheerio rests. Seek God. Find joy. You matter.

 

Elizabeth

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One comment

  1. How I love the woman God created you to be. Enjoy the moments dear girl.

    I love you,
    Mom

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