“Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest” Matthew 11:28
Another day is drawing to a close, with another headache that has been poking at the back of my head all day, and poking holes in any patience I may have left. My youngest children have spent the better part of the afternoon fighting over toys, food, and hair. I have snapped at my teenage son in my frustration, and tried to soothe another “mystery” bedtime meltdown from an overly compulsive preschooler. The unrelenting pain in my back is especially bothersome today, and another homework assignment sits in front of me, undone, and due-now. I am bruised, battered, weary, and broken; crying, and laying on the bathroom floor.
I don’t like to admit that many of my nights end here, end in bathroom floor brokenness and pain. I want people to believe I am strong, and that I have it all together, but I also want to believe that we all have these moments as mothers, as women. The “I am tired, impatient, and can’t listen to another fight” moments. The “I just need five minutes to myself” moments. The “I just can’t take anymore” moments. The moments when you are crying and broken on the bathroom floor.
Thankfully, when we are hanging on for dear life, we can rest assured that God doesn’t leave us on that bathroom floor alone. Instead, he meets us right there, on the cold tile, and whispers:
Is anyone crying for help? God is listening, ready to rescue you. If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there. If you are kicked in the gut, He’ll help you catch your breath.” Psalm 34:17-18
How comforting to know that God is listening to my cries, helping me hold onto that thin thread, and while I catch my breath, he helps lift me up off the bathroom floor.