Y’all it is no joke. Parenting that is. We have three little ones. The oldest is 6 and the youngest is 18 months. I am tired. I don’t mean tired like I just need a good night of sleep and 5 cups of coffee. I mean tired like weary, worn down, and beat up tired. The kind that a mother feels in the middle of the night when she has cried and cried and is spent.
I learned pretty quickly that this motherhood gig comes with a lot of sleepless nights worrying about your kids. If it isn’t one of them it is the other or all of them at the same time. They all have different struggles and I want more than anything to swoop in and scoop them up and protect and fix whatever it is. But I can’t always fix it.
I can’t protect them from every hurt and when they hurt oh how my heart hurts with them and for them. I want too but I know that what they are facing I can walk with them and hold them. I can love them and cry with them. So many times the challenges that they face will strengthen them, will help them grow, and teach them lessons that words could never teach.
It is easy to forget that God must feel the same way about us. When I am hurting, tired, weary and broken oh how it must hurt him. But where I can not see the outcome he can. He knows what my storms will bring. He knows the lessons I will learn that I would not learn if I did not face that circumstance or walk through that valley.
He never leaves us though. He stays and comforts. He holds us and doesn’t let go. Hold on to that promise. Hold on to him. He will see you through. Just like when you hold and comfort your child he does the same for you because he is our father and he loves us.
“Blessed be God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble by the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” 2 Cor 1:3-4