One day this week one of our girls was observing a typical day in the life of mom and she asked me, “How does this not drive you crazy?” And I told her it’s just what a mom does. “Mom, I’ve been around other moms and they don’t have all of this going on.” Again, I replied that it’s just what moms do. All of us have our own level of chaos. My husband was there as well and he said, “Jesus, honey. Jesus is the reason your mom doesn’t go crazy.” And isn’t that the truth.
It’s been hard lately, meeting the needs of each of our girls. Our oldest has been walking through something extraordinarily difficult. Our middlest has her evaluation for an education plan this week. She very matter-of-factly told me yesterday, “Mom, I forgot to tell you-that woman has been observing me all week and I get my testing tomorrow.” Well, this is huge. I had no idea. So last night’s bedtime was spent reassuring two of my sweethearts about things very different, but very big in each of their worlds. Then our youngest, our sweet baby who just turned FIVE (which means she’s not technically a baby but I beg you to come at me with that because I’M NOT HAVING IT)… well, she has been feeling the strain of the week and has been tearful a few days in a row when it’s time to go to school. One day I found myself feeling pressed in on every side-all of the needs of the girls, supporting my husband, caring for grandparents, and the Lord reminded me that… “we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body.” (2 Corinthians 4:7-11)
All of this- any of this- in my life is meant to reveal the life of Jesus to those around me. It’s a daily practice, leaning into God’s faithfulness, trusting Him for the grace for each and every moment. That word-practice-it’s important. Because I’m not in the playoffs here, I’m still in the practice of it. Each day is like running skills and drills. Though I may grow weary, and my muscles might ache, I don’t need to lose heart. These momentary and light afflictions are producing an eternal weight of glory. Or, as The Message paraphrases it, “So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.” (2 Corinthians 4:17)
I’m reminding myself here, friends. God has what we need for each day. He loves us, He is for us, and He is always faithful. We may not have this, but He surely does, and that is what gives me peace. He’s going to give us strength for today and a bright hope for tomorrow, because GREAT is His faithfulness.