I write to you as the daughter of the Most High God, the King of Kings, filled with his Holy Spirit. And, under that authority, I want to tell you that you, momma friend, are mighty. You are a force. You are a warrior. And, you are so important and loved.
During night feedings, I often find myself perusing numerous mommy blog posts, and I’ve noticed a pattern of topics:
- How hard motherhood is. And it is hard. SO HARD. Like the kind of hard that doesn’t feel fully explained unless you add some expletives in front of it.
- We are all getting through this together. Solidarity sister.
- How weak and broken the author feels.
It’s this third topic that I want to address. Momma, you are not broken.
We are currently in the throes of three-year-old temper tantrums, a tightly packed schedule, a self-dirtying house, and a teething baby who sleeps even less than normal. And, I am stressed and exhausted. Usually, this perfect storm brings on tears, a sense of guilt and failure, and feeling broken and alone. How? How?! How do all these other mommas get it done?!! However, this perfect storm also brings on something else—a cry so deep in my soul for the Lord that it cannot be contained. All of my cries out for him.
Romans 8:26 explains this type of prayer very well: “Likewise, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.”
Recently, as my weary soul was crying out, this passage came to me:
“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you that that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have it’s full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.”
And, as I read this passage from James, I thought about other types of training that are hard. I’ve never personally been through basic training, but I assume that every soldier at some point, feels exhausted, broken, and not enough. And these men and women are being trusted to protect our country. They are not weak. They are being made into warriors!!
Momma friend. You may be exhausted. You may be at your wits end. You may feel beat down. But, lift your head up proudly. Scream out your prayerful battle cry. Because you, momma, are a warrior.