Dear Weary Mom,

Yes you.

The weary mom who feels unseen as you go about your mundane daily routine.

Day in and day out.

In the grocery aisle … maybe for the third time this week.

On the bench at your one hundredth soccer game {or in my case, tacking up a horse for the one hundredth time!}.

Making your gazillionth PB&J.

Changing your upteenth dirty diaper.

Your thousandth carpool line pickup.

Countless arguments over outfits, bedtime, vegetables, siblings, baths, chores, computer time, and new puppies … or maybe the puppy one is just me?

And let’s not forget the dishes and laundry, but you and I both know it wouldn’t do any good to put a number on how many loads we’ve washed! Oy!

Dear weary mom who may think no one sees you as you go about your day — day in, and day out.

I see you.

I’m a weary mom in that same grocery store, just one aisle over. And I’m on the soccer bench of weariness, sitting right beside you. PB&J? On my counters and on my hands. Dirty diapers? I’ve had my fair share. Carpool lines, arguments, dishes, and laundry.

Invisible weary mom who isn’t all that invisible — I’m warrioring along side of you.

I know how you feel because I too, feel invisible. My own life lost in the weariness of raising children.

But when the weariness begins to overwhelm you, my sweet sister friend, and you feel that no one sees or understands this oft times sometimes thankless career of motherhood you’ve taken on, take a moment to breathe in the promises of His Word.

He sees. The Father above. The One we’re raising these children for, and the One we’ll return them to.

He sees us.

As we tuck our weary bones in bed each night, let us rest in the fact — no matter what the day brought … grace, it’s all about grace — He’s smiling down, tucking us in, and saying “Well done today weary momma. Well done.”

Tracie Stier-Johnson

 

And now it’s that time again…every Thursday we meet here to share our hearts and be encouraged. We’d love for you to join us and link-up your Dear Weary Mom letters!

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.

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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