Being a Momma is hard work. What we do has significance beyond anything we can comprehend. The significance is not just in the confidence building, leading, and encouraging we do. No, the significance is also found in the simple, daily, mundane tasks. There is significance in the small stuff – but does any body see it?
We want to be seen; we want to be heard. We want to know that our story matters; whether or not we choose to tell it.
This isn’t about living in the spotlight.
I’m not talking “seen and heard” in an introvert versus extrovert sort of way; this isn’t about personality. I’m thinking more along the lines of the classic Judy Blume storybook “Are you there God? It’s me Margaret.” sort of way. I’m talking about the need, that desire, to know that someone or somebody is paying attention.
The truth is, as Mommas it’s easy to feel like nobody is paying attention.
This isn’t about kids who don’t clean their rooms or make their beds. This is about wondering if anybody hears you. It’s about being the carpool driver and yet feeling like you’re always taking the back seat. This is about endless lunches; mindless laundry; teacher’s gifts; book orders; doctors appointments; and birthday parties. I am talking about the numerous small tasks that work together to keep a home, a family running.
We are one woman stage crews; moving in and out of backdrop, switching out the scenery, supervising costume changes and feeding lines.
But Mommas, Jesus loves me and He loves you. Jesus loves Mommas. And, how do I know this with such certainty? Because the Bible tells me so.
“For God so loved Julia, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on him should not perish, but have eternal life.” John 3:16 ASV
(Go ahead, insert your name where mine is – this is personal.)
He sees and loves our servant’s heart, our self-sacrifice; even if tired and sometimes begrudging. The midnight shopping trips, early mornings, school trips and concerts in lieu of lunch breaks – He sees it all.
Love is often inconvenient.
Our God is not ignorant of what is going on in our lives. If you are tired and weary and the undertones of bitterness, self-pity, or frustration are working their way into your daily life, I pray that you would allow God to meet you right where you are. He is the only one unintimidated by the depth of your need.
In the book of Romans, chapter 8, verse 31, Paul tells us that God is for us.
“What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us?” Romans 8:31 ASV
Mommas, He’s not just for our kids or our husbands or that lady down the street – He is for you and for me. And, if He is for us, then He is with us.
Let His truth shift your perspective.
Our happiness is often dependent upon our circumstances, but joy is different. Our joy is derived from our relationship with Him and this is good news. God loves you and Jesus died for you – it doesn’t get better than that.
Mommas, if we allow our circumstances, the feeling of being unknown and unseen to dictate our happiness then bitterness and resentment will creep in. It will erode our relationships and diminish our capacity for kindness. Let’s stop focusing on “feeling happy” and start focusing more on the source of our joy.
At home, in the carpool lane, and even while grocery shopping you can find joy in what He has done for you. Do what God is calling you to do, be radically loyal to Him and know with confidence that He will make it all right in eternity. Because, Mommas matter to Jesus.