Dear Weary Mom,

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and praying for your sweet heart. As God has literally prepared the way to this first week of Hope for the Weary Mom becoming a blog where we can find hope together…we’ve all been praying for you. And if you’re reading this letter, friend, you are not here by accident. In fact, my very specific heart cry to God all along has been that you would be led here, led to this community of beautiful moms who are just like you and me for God’s good purposes. We’re so glad you’re here.

I too, am a weary mama. And you see, lately, I’ve struggled to find my voice…the one that speaks Truth and Love to my children and gentle words of kindness and grace in the face of adversity. That voice has been missing for a while and instead replaced with a different kind of voice…one that is no stranger to me. It’s my inner voice…the one that isn’t kind to this child of God.

This voice speaks out of fear and defeat. She paints the inside of my mind with all kinds of self-doubt and lays heavy burdens upon my shoulders that were never meant to be there. This is the voice I hear, the one I listen to when I’ve lost my eternal perspective and forgotten who I belong to. And for a while, I give way to this ugly voice in the form of thoughts that are all my own and I dwell there.

This is what happens when my weary heart listens to a weary mind that isn’t thinking about anything true, noble, right or pure. Clearly at this point, anything excellent or praisworthy has left my mind completely.(Philippians 4:8) Why does this happen? Are you prone to temporary moments of complete and utter abandonment of what you know in your heart to be true? I am.

As moms, we’re all prone to it. There will always be moments of weariness. And that is okay because wherever you find yourself today, whether your home is in complete disarray and there’s laundry piled everywhere while yesterday’s dishes still fill your sink or you’re battling for the hearts of your children so that one day they will be dangerous to the enemy…there is Hope. Even when you feel like the world is pressing in and you want to find the nearest quiet place to hide…there is Hope. And yes, even when our minds give way to Satan’s unspeakable pleasure in taking advantage of our weaknesses…there is Hope, because what Satan means for evil, God definitely means for His immeasurable good.

You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. -Genesis 50:20

Sweet mom, whatever is going on in your life right now and inside that beautiful heart of yours…God can and will redeem the weariness. He has a high calling on our precious lives to be the moms He created us to be for the exact children who call us mom every single day. So even when we fall down, even when we fail and can’t pick ourselves up to see past the next minute to a tomorrow where Jesus already walks…He can do it for us.

Our Jesus doesn’t want us trying to shoulder motherhood alone. We were never meant to. And so I pray now that you’ll fight hard to seek God with every ounce of strength you have…which really means, just choose to trust Jesus that He will do everything he says he will. Trust Him to carry you, to forgive you, to love you with a Love that is enough for the heart of a weary mom in need of a Hope in the form of a person.

Jesus. He will do the rest.

And since you’re here today, I would love for you to walk with us each week as we seek Him together. God meant for us moms to do life together, you know.

Sweet Blessings to you, weary mama. You are NOT alone.

Love,

Megan

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And now it’s time for our Dear Weary Mom, Link-Up!

Mamas in the trenches of motherhood, slugging it out every day for the hearts of their children . . .they need hope. So we’ve created a fun way for our writers, and other moms out there called to give hope through their words, to encourage each other to press on and press in to deeper relationship with Jesus.

We call it, “Dear Weary Mom,”

Each Thursday, one of our writers from Team Hope will write a letter to a weary mom—an encouragement—and post it here on the blog. At the end of the post, we’ll invite you to join us by writing your own “Dear Weary Mom,” post and linking it up. If you choose to participate, please consider the following things:

1. This is a family-friendly site. Please only submit a post that builds up and encourages moms. It can be funny, but it can not be crude or contain profanity. We reserve the right to delete offensive posts, BUT we also plan to pin our favorite to our growing Pinterest board!

2. Please include a link back to this post from yours so we can all encourage each other.

3. Please use the graphic above in your post.

That’s it! We’re excited to see what God does through Dear Weary Mom, and can’t wait to see how He leads YOU to participate.

Because the best way to remind ourselves of the hope we have in Jesus, is to share it with someone else.

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