Have you ever struggled to find quiet time? As a mama, life is full of so many noises that the thought of quiet time seems next to impossible. Can you relate to this? I know I definitely can which is why I am so excited to have my friend Sarah here to share about finding quiet time.
First, let me remind you of a special 7-day devotional series Ruthie, Sarah, and I have designed for mothers seeking balance:
There is a great amount of emphasis on being intentional parents and sometimes not as much on having an intentional marriage. Many times we put all of our energy and focus into our children and neglect the marital relationship.
Throughout high school and college, I loved to study and read about marriage. I was and still am determined to have an intentional marriage. Now here we are, almost twelve years in, with three little kids. So far there have definitely been challenges, death of loved ones, and trials but there have also been so many incredible moments. Even looking back now, I see how we grew through the struggles.
Every mom seeks the elusive Golden Key to Balance. Daily, inner battles wage as we second-guess discipline, housework, and meal selections. We juggle careers, interpersonal relationships, and self-care. The frequent question, “How to get it all done?” lurks in the back of our minds.
In our quest for balance, we often lose sight of God’s perspective. Jesus’ words to frazzled Martha apply to the modern-day wife and mother:
Mornings can be one of the most stressful times of the day. It is hard to get the day started right when you feel like you are already running behind, isn’t it? There have been many mornings where I have become so overwhelmed at how chaotic everything seems. Over time, I am learning to let go of expectations and have grace. I also have learned there are a few things I can do to help maximize my mornings.
Seeing the brokenness in the world, the hurting people, the division and hatred can cause one to lose all sense of hope. Many times in life, I look around and wish I could do something, yet I feel utterly helpless. My heart breaks as I watch it unfold through the foggy lens of media.
With each word I read, with each picture I see, my soul cries out for justice for others. Isaiah 1:17 constantly comes to mind as I process through everything.
