Monday, July 27, 2015

Dear Mama, How To Fill Your Cup When Your Hands Are Full



Dear Mama,
So maybe your hands felt full today. Just maybe you got up late on the worst possible day to do so. And you hadn't packed everything the night before....or taken a shower, though you knew you absolute ought to do it the night before, because mornings never go as planned.
Maybe you didn't feel like it, because the lights were out and the water you had to haul into the house in buckets was cold. Maybe you were just ready for a bit of rest after a really long week. The plate's been awfully full lately......
Somehow you thought you had the schedule cleared, but you ended up with people at your house for dinner four nights in a row. All people you like, but four nights in a row? That's a lot. Maybe all week you've felt like your batteries are being slowly drained, and you know the only way they're going to get a recharge is with a good bit of sleep and quiet.


Somehow it doesn't feel like that's going to happen today, though.
Maybe you had high hopes of all the things you were going to get accomplished this last week and all the things you were going to cross off both the paper list for the day and the mental list that is really the forever list that just scrolls on and on and on through your brain.
Maybe you didn't get quite as much crossed off as you'd been hoping.


Maybe your week included things like having to air out the mattress and wash the sheets and quilt three days in a row, because a little person keeps insisting she's gone to the potty before bed, but obviously she's not. Maybe your week had conversations about "vomnit" between a 3 year old and her baby sister, while you were trying to cook supper. Maybe you had scraped knees and scraped foreheads from the usual running around on a concrete compound, and a scraped face from a baby falling out of the parked car onto the dirt road before anyone could make the catch.


Maybe there were bug bites that made an arm swell like a balloon and some weird fungus that won't clear up on another kiddo's arm. Maybe you've had dirty diapers you forgot in your purse and a towel covered in sour milk that accidentally got used to wipe up the table after eating.


Maybe jobs that weren't "supposed" to take that long have stretched late into the night, and "just a few more pages to go" has turned into chapters, and the school books that have to be shipped overseas haven't even been ordered yet, and the news has come that something you were counting on for some important future plans has just fallen through.



Maybe you felt like you couldn't say anything right, think anything right, do anything right this week.
Maybe you felt like you were failing God, your spouse, your kiddos, your far-away family, your church family, your Sunday School kiddos, your student you're tutoring, your missionary friends, your neighbors, your supporters, and maybe even your pet {if you had one!}.


Maybe this summer wasn't supposed to look like this.
Maybe some days you even feel like your life wasn't supposed to look like this.
In your mind, life as a mama was supposed to be full of sunshiney days and blue skies, birds chirping and gracefully flitting from tree to tree. It certainly didn't include a crow building a nest in your front palm tree and dive-bombing everyone who happened to walk past that tree. Or the same crow raiding your rubbish every.single.day. and scattering what it couldn't eat all over the compound.


All the little ones were going to sleep in each morning, and you'd wake up slowly as the sun shone through the window. You'd be able to spend lots of time in prayer and the Word, and no one would be screaming for bananas at 5:05 a.m.


No one would decide it would be fun to get out every single cookie cutter mama owns and spread them over the entire kitchen floor. No one would cut out paper dolls and leave all those tiny scraps of paper covering most of the table and floor in the library.


No growing girls would get offended and upset. No one would fight or argue. No one would have to be told for the 43rd time this week that God gave us hands to love and serve, not to smack our sisters with. No one would have to be pulled out of the potato basket and told to put the potatoes back in said basket again and again and again.


But maybe that idea of what motherhood and the life you were called to live wasn't exactly true?
What if your hands being full to overflowing is exactly how God wants your life to be right now?
What if He gave you this beautiful, overwhelming, intimidating, impossible thing called being a mama on purpose......not to destroy you but to make you?


What if He knows that full hands and full days can give you a full life, a life pouring over with the best things? What if the truth is that the days you feel like your cup is dry and your batteries are drained are the days that He just wants to fill you up with Himself?
What if all these hard days packed to the brim with busyness and mundane tasks and repeating and redoing and recleaning and reorganizing are really days that you can be repenting and relearning and refilling with Him?


Hey mama, what if He simply wants you to know that He loves you right where you are, and that the only step you have to take when you're tired, weary, and worn is into His waiting arms? He's waiting to quench your thirsty soul.

*So life can be too much and the days can feel like years, and yet it seems like there is never enough time to fill your own cup when you're a busy mama spilling out your life for those in your care. Over the next few weeks, I and some guests are going to be pouring out inspiring and practical ways to fill your cup when your hands are full, and sharing some excellent resources that will hopefully be a blessing to you, too.

1 comment:

  1. Looking forward to it!! I've been pondering how I can find time for me in my busy homeschool and homesteading days!!

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