Some days it is a struggle to just put one foot in front of the other to get through the day.
|It's all about the feet. Just put one in front of the other. Or is there more?|
Then add in all the pressure from outside sources. That foot should be adorned in a perfect seasonally appropriate bootie. Your kids should be dressed to the nine from head to foot. (I can help with that though. Enter to win a pair of Freshly Picked Moccasins here).You need to have the perfect scrapbook with fancy fonts and the exact dates of every milestone recorded. Society says you should be back to your bikini body immediately after delivery. Each week you should do a Pinterest inspired handprint craft so you never forget just how small they were. The barrage of information on perfect sleep training needs read and implemented in your home because you are failing if your kids don't sleep all night and you are cruel if you let them cry. We need to keep on top of it all!
The internet tells me that by 8AM I should have my overnight oats ready to eat, my freezer meal from my once monthly cooking day thawing for dinner, the days craft prepped and sitting out, and our bags all packed for a zoo adventure complete with animal letter printables.
Well mamas, it's 8AM and I've made myself a cup of tea, spent time with God, and worked on this blog post. My kids will have a bagel and sausage for breakfast because I don't have overnight oats. In fact, I've never made overnight oats. I haven't started a scrapbook and the twins are 20 months. Ijust hope I can find all the scraps of paper where I marked down dates of first steps and first teeth when the time comes to make one! We are going to Florida in November and this post partum body won't be bikini ready. (At this point, fingers crossed for tankini ready!) I have one copy of the twins handprints. My sister made it not me. I'm hoping she makes a handprint for James too because I haven't gotten around to it yet.
|Am I failing these people?|
I have these grand plans of mothering and ideas of how everything should be. But at the end of many most days I feel like what I have done isn’t enough. And it isn’t. I feel like I have on so many hats that nothing gets done. I struggle to get through the motions of the day. I struggle to just put one foot in front of the other. Naptime can't come soon enough. And then it's over and bedtime feels light-years away. I don't have enough. The reality is that I can't do it all. I can't be everything to everyone. And if I try, I will feel defeated. I will feel like I'm failing.
I am not enough.
I can’t raise these three boys on my own. I can’t finish my dissertation on my own. I can’t be the kind of wife I want to be on my own. I can’t foster the home environment I want on my own. But, God chose me to be mama to my three boys. God chose me, despite my failings and inadequacies. God chose me, even though I don’t even know a recipe for overnight oats. God chose me! Just like He chose you for the role he placed you in. Whether that role is wife, or mother, or employee, or daughter, or student, or even if you aren’t sure what your role is right now. I know that God chose you for it.
I am not enough. But God is.
God’s grace chose us mamas. God’s grace is why we are where we are. And no matter what we do, God will never unchoose us. No matter! Every day we could reflect on what we “should” have done and what Pinterest says we should be doing with our babies, but instead we should be measuring ourselves against what God created us to accomplish. God “is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think” (Eph 3:20). And through His grace “God will generously provide all that[we] need.” In fact, He makes sure we “have everything [we] need and plenty left over to share with others” (2Cor 9:8). We serve a God who is not just enough, He is more than enough. And that God chose us.
I am not enough. But God is more than enough.
|I'm not Superman.|
But 3 month old James is.
This morning in my quiet time I was reading the story about Jesus feeding the five thousand and it really struck me. Jesus told his disciples to go and see what food was available. He said “Bring me what you have.” Just as it is. Bring Jesus what you have. A little boy brought Jesus his five loaves and his two fish. It wasn’t enough. But it was what he had. And Jesus made it enough! Just like Jesus made one small lunch feed the five thousand, He makes you enough. God gave you the tools of your trade. He provided you the personality, the experiences, the desires, and the spiritual gifts that make you who you are. He gave you the tools to accomplish His plans in your life. But sometimes it feels like those tools aren’t enough, but when you feel that way, God makes it enough. God makes it more than enough.
I am not enough. But God is more than enough. And through Jesus Christ we become enough too.
So stop comparing. Stop wondering if you measure up. Admit that on your own you aren’t enough. And know that with God and through Christ you are more than enough! You are good enough. You are strong enough. You are deserving. No matter what shape your bikini body is. No matter how clean your house is. No matter what crafts your kids did last week. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.
|Through Christ, I am where I need to be. |
Through Christ, I am enough.
Through Christ we are enough mamas!
But if you have an awesome (dairy free) overnight oats recipe you should send it to me.
* A number of y'all saw my posts on my personal Facebook and Twitter accounts yesterday about my dissertation. My defense is no longer scheduled for October 17th. There was a clerical error with some paperwork (which I won't get into on my blog. I still need to graduate!) and the 17th will no longer work. I am in the process of finding another date my committee members are all available and I am hopeful something will work prior to the 11/17 defense deadline and I will still be able to graduate this semester. Needless to say, dealing with all of this yesterday was rough. Really rough. This morning I feel renewed by His spirit and confident this will all work out. Thank you for the sweet messages, tweets, and texts last night, I needed them!