Ever get tired of hearing your kids yell, “Mommy, Mommy…”?
I have to be honest. I do. I know I should feel blessed, and, at times, I do — but days like today make me want to tear my hair out and shout, “Calgon, take me away!”
I tried to count, but lost tract after the umpteenth time I heard my name. Literally, every five seconds one of the kids called out to me.
I can remember when my first child said, “mama” and how it made me feel. I was teary-eyed and my heart was warmed to the core at how wonderful a feeling it was. I know, logically, that I should still feel grateful for this– but my fleshly being has failed me and I am not the perfect my mom I started out intending to be.
O’ Lord, bring me back to where I was. Where I was grateful for all things, especially the little things. How I found awe in every new day and milestone. Search my heart and know that I long to bring favor to you and be a blessing to my children and husband. Hear my cries to you for patience. I know that you are God and you are good, and your mercies never fail. I love you, Lord and I will lift my voice to you in praise. I will never cease to be humbled by your graciousness towards me. For everything I lack, you are there. My flesh and my heart may fail, but YOU are the strength of my heart and my portion forever.