Beat down. Worn thin. Oily scalp. Bone tired. Dark circles. Weary heart. Dashed hopes. Big doubts. Tiny people.
Some of us walk into Mother’s Day weekend with a limp in our strides and a lump in our throats. Some carry shame, others cradle guilt. All of us, at one point or another, arrive at the sorrowful conclusion that we cannot consistently meet our own "good mom" standards, let alone the standards presented to us by culture and media.
It's no wonder many of us flirt with crushing despair in response to the insufficiencies motherhood exposes. When "good mom" status becomes the crown of our glory, the measure of our value, and the definition of our purpose, our identity becomes wholly invested in an unattainable standard. The truth is, God-honoring motherhood looks like faithfulness in the presence of weakness, and not a tiresome rat race of perfectionism.
If this sounds like something you can relate to, you're not alone. I invite you to reflect on some biblical encouragements as your weary heart heads into Mother's Day weekend.
Some of us walk into Mother’s Day weekend with a limp in our strides and a lump in our throats. Some carry shame, others cradle guilt. All of us, at one point or another, arrive at the sorrowful conclusion that we cannot consistently meet our own "good mom" standards, let alone the standards presented to us by culture and media.
It's no wonder many of us flirt with crushing despair in response to the insufficiencies motherhood exposes. When "good mom" status becomes the crown of our glory, the measure of our value, and the definition of our purpose, our identity becomes wholly invested in an unattainable standard. The truth is, God-honoring motherhood looks like faithfulness in the presence of weakness, and not a tiresome rat race of perfectionism.
If this sounds like something you can relate to, you're not alone. I invite you to reflect on some biblical encouragements as your weary heart heads into Mother's Day weekend.