I can't write for tears.
The criticism, fears & struggles have sapped my belief in any hope I had of being a good enough wife, mum, anything.
The list of "to-do" is insurmountable when even the most mundane task takes the skill of a hostage negotiator & renders every judging eye piercing you.
Am I "good enough?"
Will everyone laugh out loud when all those plates I'm spinning come crashing down into a million pieces breaking my heart, my family & tearing my soul with them?
Then the whispered promise "I've got you"
1But now, O Jacob, listen to the LORD who created you.
O Israel, the one who formed you says,
“Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.
I have called you by name; you are mine.
2When you go through deep waters,
I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty,
you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression,
you will not be burned up;
the flames will not consume you.
3For I am the LORD, your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
Isaiah 43 (NLT)
Do I hear that voice- Do I listen and believe the words are for me?
Do you?
I want to grab hold so tight to the One who whispered these precious words to me tonight & next time when that ache comes - you know the one that dwells deep in a failing mumma's heart which jumps up and condemns her when she is struggling & exhausted - I want to replace the fear with My Saviour:
- I'm called by name,
- I am His,
- I will NOT be consumed ,
- I will NOT drown.
Thank you Jesus for loving me, right where I am.
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