two weeks... and counting

i just want to put a praise on my blog to God in heaven for the work he does for mothers. at my absolute, lowest point, choice words were exchanged from me to my heavenly Father. i was not a nice person to talk to, but boy did he get an earful. i was mad, enraged really that he should promise help to the mothers, a blessing to their children and the strength to do all right if we should only ask. i had asked, i screamed, i had brought my children to him and where was he now? they had not improved, i had not gained ground and somewhere along the way, i had just given up. as far as that night goes, and my children, i was done. i was going to do it on my own since he obviously (to my blinded eyes) didn't give a hoot to help me...

that was two weeks ago. by the sabbath after my one-sided, yelling escapade, God had intervened and shown me that he cares for me. that his love for mothers is an everlasting deal. that he cares for the pains of raising children the right way, with all the love and mercy that they need. he showed me through the love of my church family. they were there the next day, to step in and speak where i was unwilling to listen to God's still small voice and i have seen miracles since. God is so good, and greatly to be praised!

to every mother i know, God is the refuge for strength and success in doing a job so rightly called "the hardest job you'll ever do". he does not say it will be easy, but he does give us the tools to do it right. and the neatest part for me is that he wants me to come to him, just as i am, faults and all, amidst the pain and frustration to lay those burdens at his feet. he wants to love me for the work that i am doing. may you be blessed as a mother, you're job while not easy, is the most rewarding there is.

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