Softening a Tired Momma Heart

for the mommas running low on compassion

Out of the mouth comes the overflow of my heart–when my mouth doesn’t have compassionate words for my sweet little ones, I know my heart needs a fresh splash of His compassion & grace.

It’s ten minutes from bedtime– she’s in her sweet new nightgown, her hair fresh from the bathtub, and she’s crying (again) over her stubbed toe.  I am tired of body and mind (as most mommas are at the day’s end), and find my heart dry of compassion.

Have you been there, momma?  You love that child, you would give your life for her, but in this moment you cannot seem to muster up a look of care or compassion for that stubbed toe (missing blanket, ripped book page).  And to top it off, you feel like a terrible mom for feeling that way.  I mean, shouldn’t I have a never-ending, overflowing spring of compassion for my own children?

Yes.  Yes, I should.

But, that never-ending well doesn’t find its starting point in my own heart.  It is not out of my own ability to stir up mercy, grace, and compassion from the early morning to bedtime.  When I find the river running low, it tells me a simple truth:  I haven’t connected to my life source since this morning.  I spent time in the Word this morning, prayed for my  littles, planned ahead to show them kindness, but around lunch I started running on my own determination to be sweet and by bedtime, I was dry.

God doesn’t run out. Let’s pause and let that sink in.

You run out, your husband runs out, your best friend runs out, your pastor runs out.  God never runs out. “Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.” (Lamentations 3:22) 

When my compassions fail, His do not. And, when I ask, He will fill me again, and again, and again.

If your heart is feeling a bit chapped and your river of compassion dry, meet me at His feet and let’s be filled together. Today, I am praying for you and me–praying that we will steal moments to call out to our Father and be filled.

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