Dear Distracted Mama

Dear Distracted Mother

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Dear distracted mama,

I see you walking with your purse overloaded, your hands full and the children, oblivious, hopping and skipping along side you. The cries “Mom, look!  Mom, look!” are unable to pierce the bubble of distraction that surrounds you.

I know what it is like to feel as if you bear the weight of the world on your shoulders.  To be overwhelmed with all of the important things you feel you need to do.  To be consumed with worried thoughts of situations in your life that you have no control over.

Compared to these burdens, the everyday of raising a gaggle of busy children can seem insignificant, a burden, just one more thing.

I’ve been at this mothering business a long time.  My first born is 22!  Honestly, there are days (more than I care to admit) when I don’t really feel up to it.  There are business problems, life-impacting decisions to be made, bills to pay, emails to answer, food to prepare, laundry, cleaning…the list goes on and on.

Some days I may even feel like the I may be close to achieving all that I had hoped for the day, but alas, I never do.  Never have done either.  In fact, making a goal out of finishing my work as a wife and homeschooling mom is futile.  We are never ‘done’ and we never stop mothering our kids – even though they may considered adults.

The thing is that your kids don’t understand the cares of the world.  They just understand that you are their mom.  You are their hero.  When they learn to blow a bubble or tie their shoe or finally develop a paper airplane that flies straight – those things they understand.  The fact that you are the first person they think of to share these milestones with is no small thing, mama.

Dear distracted mama,

You must learn to see the end from the beginning.  You must see that your children will grow up one day and these opportunities will be much fewer and farther between.  You will have your rest.  You may even have a clean house.  You must learn to let go of worry and cast your cares on the One who cares for you.

Matthew 1031

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I know.  I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

Abraham saw it.  Joseph saw it.  Esther saw it.  Ruth saw it.  Did you know that their stories are written to encourage you?  To help you and I to see the end from the beginning – or at least to trust that the end will be better than the beginning.

For whatever things were written before were written for our learning, that we through the patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope.  Romans 15:4

I never dreamed that God would use my story.  That God would take all of my mistakes and faults and weaknesses and weave them together into a beautiful tapestry of life and love and hope.

God wants to use your story too.  Your sorrows, your heart aches, your disappointments.   One day you will comfort others  with the comfort that you yourself have received. You will share these stories and tell others of God’s faithfulness.

Because He is faithful.

So mama, let it go.  Give your cares to God.

And smile.  Look into the little eyes.  Show them the that the joy of the Lord is your strength.  Because by God’s grace, He is.

Put your hope in the Lord.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”  Jeremiah 29:11

Marianne Sunderland

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Comments

  1. Thank you Marianne! Perfect, perfect timing for me to read this. God knew I would need this encouragement today! :)
    I have been so overwhelmed lately. God keeps getting me through…I trust Him. Thank you again!
    Erica :)

    • Thanks for writing this, Marianne! It breaks my heart as an older mom to see moms too busy to relish in the blessing of their sweet children. AND I need to be reminded as well! You are a blessing, my friend! I’m planning to share this post on my blog next week!! :)

  2. I am a MUCH better Momma now, with my oldest 17, than I was back in the days when all of my little chickadees were under five… and needing every ounce of me. My babies now are given my full delight, not rushed–*enjoyed*. That’s the gift of experience, isn’t it?

  3. Beautiful and on time. Brought me to tears. God Bless you.

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