Motherhood is hard. Actually, the more I dig deeper into motherhood, the more I realize how much of a battleground it truly is. Satan hates motherhood, and sadly, a lot of times he is successful at getting me to hate it as well. The more I've shared, the more I realize how trapped so many of us mamas are in the lies: that motherhood is too hard; that we are alone; that we've messed up too much for redemption; that we don't deserve rest; that God doesn't care about the unique struggles that we are facing as parents. I felt (and still often do) lost, confused, betrayed, much like the Israelites at the Red Sea and the Disciples during Jesus' nap on the turbulent boat. I found myself, like them, asking "God, don't you care?!"

And then I remembered, God never leaves ashes and pain as the ending of the story. He showed me that He is indeed working. The seeds I'm sowing now in tears will be harvested someday with songs of joy.