The child was sick again.
Her mother slept half on- half off the edge of the bed.
The light sleep she sought out kept one ear tuned to the wheezing sleep and fevered cries of a child who fretfully slumbered.
For better or for worse, a mother also signs a covenant to care for her children until trained into adulthood. Love, care, provide for and train, she is found in sleepless nights and early mornings pouring over the needs of the little lives under her charge.
The sick child recovers and falls like the incoming tide. A mother worries and works to surpass the expectations and leaves behind self-care and spiritual needs.
Family first… husband, children, and home. Can you imagine if we took this burdened life to the throne of God instead of wringing it through our distressed hands? Can you imagine if we burdened ourselves with our own spiritual care as much as we do with all else?
Psalm 55:22 ESV
Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.
Our lives could soar. Our children would be covered with the Lord’s provision and our homes would flourish. Our hearts would turn to worship and our spirits would be nurtured. We would turn it all over to worship.
The Lord upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.
Let us not be burdened any longer. Let our care be in joy. Let our concerns be in peace. Let our fretfulness turn to service to the kingdom. When we feel heaviness, let it be for the Lord. He will see us through.