I love the shape this new book is taking, and it's my hope and prayer that—through both stories and Scripture—it will encourage many to live for Christ in the middle of their stories, even and especially the hard parts.
The pain experienced in labor and delivery (or the adoption process) is only a foretaste of the particular suffering a mother endures. But I’ve learned something else: God’s Word is sufficient for the particular suffering of moms.
"Hmmm," My youngest says, surveying all her options as my mom snaps this photo...And while I'm grateful for a cupboard that’s thoughtfully stocked by loving grandparents with kid staples like cereal, crackers, hot chocolate, and juice boxes, it reminds me of a different kind of food in a different pantry.
“You’re probably better equipped than you realize.” Sometimes the Lord uses someone you don’t expect to speak the truth you need to hear.
We aren't talking about a wimpy God. He doesn't say "if only" or "I wish I could." Yes, God is able.
we walk in a wasteland...when a baby's wail softens the trail...
How do we help our children differentiate between God and fantasy so that the Christ child we celebrate at Christmas isn’t put in the same category as Santa and his elves? It’s important for our children to know that God is real.
God, who repeatedly declares and demonstrates his love through Christ for his children, acts in our circumstances in the way that is most loving, even when it doesn't make sense or seem to agree with our definition, understanding, or interpretation of love.
God has used John Piper to teach me three truths related to motherhood and suffering that have given me great hope in my sorrow. The first is that we will suffer as mothers. That reality would be devastating apart from God’s promise that our pain as his children will not be wasted. Not only does God offer us future hope; his Word also sustains us in our suffering.
So much of motherhood is about presence, not performance. It’s about being present with and for our children in a thousand moments that make up their early years and beyond.
Dear Lord, I’m thinking today of the mom who desires joy, but when she considers her present circumstances, all she sees are challenges.
“I love you so much…” I hear my three-year-old’s voice singing these words to the tune of “Happy Birthday” in the next room as she plays, and I smile.
God never forgets any of it. Our grief. Our joy. He remembers all of it. And our losses, even the loss of an unborn child, are better kept by him than anyone else.
God works all things—even the gritty moments of parenting—for the good of those who love him.
On a recent family road trip, we stopped at least once an hour. No exaggeration. By the fifth potty stop for the same child, it was all I could do to hold my tongue as we walked to the restroom. I felt impatience filling me like a balloon, and I was about to burst.
Here are ten go-to Scripture verses that have sustained me in both mundane and profound moments of desperate motherhood. They are manna for mamas, and they remind us that motherhood isn’t just about us and our babies. Motherhood is another means of sanctification that points us to our Savior—Jesus, the Word made flesh, the bread of heaven that satisfies our souls for eternity.
“I’m not a robot.” So said the three-year-old...Here is a collection of my children's thoughts and questions, spoken between ages two and five years old.
Though as Christian parents we all have a biblical responsibility to train our children, how this plays out differs greatly from one family to another. And, in all areas of life, we need to be on guard against elevating something we personally value to first importance.
My sister had just found out she was expecting her first baby when I saw her last winter. When I wondered and guessed and outright asked if she was pregnant. When we giggled and wept and hugged in the car. And then lockdown.
What do you want from the Lord, and what does he ask of you today? Does it feel as if it is too much—or maybe too little?
If you’re feeling discouraged, uncertain, or confused; if you’re wondering how God is going to keep his promises in your situation; if you’re perplexed about what God is doing and why—then remember Jehosheba.
Some nights I wish I could press a magic button and my children would be in pajamas with their teeth brushed and fast asleep...If I’m honest, some days I want to push that button and clock out even earlier...Seasons of parenting—of life too—can be like that.
As I lie in bed, I feel depleted. Empty. Too tired to be articulate or pray anything lengthy, I begin to cast my cares, one at a time, simply and specifically. I imagine a vast expanse of water in front of me...
God invites us to gaze in wide-eyed wonder at the only one who is worthy of our worship, Jesus Christ our Lord. We don’t have to wait for some future day. We can adore him right now, in the middle of motherhood with all its particular joys and challenges. We worship him for becoming like us and making a way for us to become like him.
They say not to judge a book by its cover, but... Catch a sneak peek of He Will Be Enough: How God Takes You by the Hand Through Your Hardest Days on Amazon or at The Good Book Company. Read the book description, find chapter titles, and more! Book release is June 1, 2022.
When sinful comparison rears its ugly head, remember that you don’t have to be better or have better, or feel ashamed or embarrassed when you don’t, but that Jesus is better than it all.
"Will God really be enough?" Maybe you've asked this question in the past. Maybe you're asking it right now or know someone who is. In light of all of life's challenges, it's easy to wonder if God's grace really will be enough to see us through our hardest days.
Motherhood is a joy and a privilege; it also carries weight and responsibility, and it can bring pain. Maybe you’re counting your blessings. Or maybe you’re grieving your losses. Wherever you find yourself caught in this tension, my heart goes out to you. And if my heart goes out to you, how much more does [...]
One at a time, holding back tears, I whispered the same three words into the delicately crafted ears of each child that day on the beach: “I love you.” I wanted to make sure each of them heard, each of them knew.