Early, around one o'clock in the morning, I stood rocking a toddler next to the shower with the hot water on trying to steam out a croupy cough. As soon as her tired head fell to the pillow, the soft cries from her baby sister summoned me to feed her. Although everyone else was asleep and I was tired, I did not feel alone.
I knew there were mothers near and far sitting by cribs, hospital beds or in rocking chairs, holding little hands, cuddling, rocking, praying soothing, feeding, comforting. It was as if they were cheering me on and I them. Go momma go! You can do it! Don't become weary, momma!
His word encourages us:
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. (Galations 6:9)
The dishes pile up, the laundry, shopping and cooking. Don't become weary momma! The training, the discipline and the snuggles. Don't become weary momma... you will reap a harvest.
One of the most beautiful descriptions of mothers' sacrifice that I have read is by Ann Voskamp in her writing What a Mother Must Sacrifice (I hope you will check it out and be encouraged). In it she describes how a mother duck lines her nest with the feathers from her own breast.
She gives her best. She doesn't give the fallen or discarded feathers, she plucks from within. When you feel the sting of the sacrifice. Don't become weary, momma! When it feels like you can't do anymore and your burning the midnight oil...don't become weary, momma! As He promises, if you do not give up, the harvest is coming [in their lives].
May you have a very Happy Mother's Day, everyday!