A Mama's Desperate Plea

Dear God,

Obviously, I love my kids with every little fiber of my being, but I swear to, well……you, actually, that they’re involved in some sort of conspiracy theory to drive me straight to the loony bin.  Seriously, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think they’d bought stock in Crazy Town, which is clearly where I’ll be residing soon enough.  Any potential moment of silence is abruptly interrupted with noises that would make even a deaf man cringe.

Is this some sort of a challenge you’ve assigned to them to see just how much Mommy can take?  Cause I can only imagine that’s why they continue to think that 9 PM is an appropriate time to come into the living room and ask for a drink every friggin’ night.  Have you not heard me screaming “Oh, heck to the NO!!!!” in my Whitney Houston voice every time they come whining down the hall night after night?  I’m kinda at my breaking point here, Big Man.

So if there’s any possible way you would consider diving deep into your backpack of divine interventions, I could seriously use one this week.  My thinking cap is at the dry cleaner’s, my patience is out to lunch, and my sanity went into hiding about five years ago.  Mama needs a break, yo.

May peace be with you (and also with ME!!!!!),

Amen

Tell me I'm not the only one praying desperate prayers day after day!? Parenthood can be the most exhausting (and glorious) thing on this earth.  Though we wouldn't trade it in a heart beat, it's okay to be honest with God about how you feel and exactly what kind of help you desire from him. Do you need rest? A mentor? A twenty-minute nap? An extra pair of hands? A babysitter with mad, multi-tasking skills? Someone to encourage you? A moment to PEE in private? ASK GOD.  In my experience, He may not always answer right away, and sometimes not the way that I would like Him to, but He hears every one of our desperate pleas for help. He's there to help you parent in His strength and not yours. This is such a relief! Lord knows that I could never do this parenting gig in my own strength! None of us can.

John 15:5 assures us of this: “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing."

This amazing ministry of parenting is meant to be a partnership.  It's not a solo gig. Let God help you in even the mundane tasks. And in those moments of desperation, know that He hears you.  Now if you'll excuse me, God and I are off to search the house for a missing pacifier. Only HE knows where it could possibly be. . .

How long has it been since you brought God your daily prayers of parenting desperation?  What can you ask Him for help with today?