A little word to the weary mommas out there. We’re in a very two-year-old season right now. I’m guessing you know exactly what I’m talking about. My friend and I were walking up to church Sunday, and she told me her family is in a very fifth-grade season right now. And I knew just what she meant, not from having been a mom to a fifth-grader yet, but because I still remember vividly the drama I brought to my poor mama that year. Recently, God showed me a verse I want to tattoo on my heart.
“We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Thessalonians 1:3
And all the mommas raised their 44-oz-Big-Gulp-sized coffee and said, “Amen!” This is hard stuff we’re dealing with. Hard questions and hard answers. Hard homework and hard relationships. Hard days and hard nights. Hard stuff.
Our work produced by faith. We don’t do what we do because it feels good all the time. We don’t do what we do because of the applause for that is in short supply. And we certainly don’t do what we do because it’s easy. No, we do it because we have faith in something bigger than ourselves. We have faith in an eternity and a Kingdom that lasts forever. We have faith in a God who created each of us and each of our children to fulfill a specific purpose in that Kingdom.
Our labor prompted by love. We labor and we love. We change dirty diapers, wipe snotty noses, bandage scraped knees, review one million spelling words, clean an endless amount of laundry, comfort broken hearts, cheer on the soccer/football/baseball/cheerleading/ballet/basket-weaving team, help make the Student Council poster, shop for the prom dress, and we do it all because we love. (And sometimes because we’re afraid of Child Protective Services. But mainly because of love.)
Our endurance inspired by hope. We push on and through and forward with a hope that doesn’t fail. We keep loving when they hurt us. We keep running towards them when they pull away. We keep waking up and doing it all over again day after day because we have the hope of a Savior who gave up everything so the lost could be found, the dead could be alive, the prodigals could come home.
This is hard stuff we’re doing. It’s why our hair is going gray and those wrinkles have taken up residence near the dark circles under our eyes. The verse before says, “We always thank God for all of you, mentioning you in our prayers.” Paul was talking about the Thessalonians, but I feel the same way about my fellow mommas. I’m so grateful for you and that I’m not on this journey alone. That you persevere beside me. That we can laugh and caffeinate together. It takes a village, and just in case anyone else in my village is feeling a little weary may the words of Paul give you the boost you need today. “We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.”
Purple Barney is singing that awful song again which means I’ve got to go. Carry on, fellow mommas. Carry on.