Lately little man has been nodding off earlier, sleeping through the night, and developing a semi-regular schedule. His sister is {for the most part} back to sleeping straight through on her own again after three weeks disruption {molars? illness? nightmares? who knows!}. This mama is finally getting more rest, and finally feeling sort of human again.
Not many weeks ago, however, I was tired. Super, super tired. All the mamas have been there. Some days we just don't know if we can keep going any longer, keep our eyes open one more minute, get up off of the couch one more time to fulfill the many demands on our hours, energy, and affection.
It was one of these drowsy days that my eyes caught the text "in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure" (2 Cor. 11:27). No doubt about it, Paul endured many physical obstacles in his gospel ministry.
I've been called to the gospel ministry of motherhood. It has its difficulties, for sure, but this day as I read it I was reminded that the Apostles had sleepless nights too. In addition to their hunger, and beatings, and imprisonments, and shipwrecks. And I thought that this motherhood thing isn't so bad after all.
Take heart, mama. "For this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison," (2 Cor. 4:17).
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