Every mom has, at some point, has a “this-has-to-change” moment. They give us clarity and shift our lives into positive God-driven direction.
We have no idea when they’re going to strike. When we recognize them for what they are we’re often in complete, mind-blowing desperation.
(Kathy) I was a milk-soaked, blue flannel, crying puddle on our cold wood floor holding our four-month-old son. Max, our two-year-old, was ready for another extremely busy day, I clearly was not.
“You can’t go today. You just can’t leave me. I can’t do it. Not today,” I said to my husband through my tears.
I had never said anything like this to him. He looked at me with shock and sadness.
“Are you serious? Why? What’s wrong?”
“Please don’t go.”
He called in “sick” for me. I was sick, not him.
“There’s one condition. After you get a little sleep, you need to go see someone. I am getting you an appointment today. Ok?”
I nursed my four-month-old, Paul, and went to bed for what seemed like 10 hours (only two) and woke up to Ben playing with the two of them.
I did end up seeing a counselor that day, who later sent me to a Psychiatrist. He diagnosed me with Postpartum Depression.
(Melinda) I hung up the phone, fell against the wall and slumped to the ground sobbing. My client had changed the deadline for their newsletter for the third time that week. With absolutely no regard for the fact that I had a six-month-old infant daughter who didn’t give a flip about shifting deadlines and demands.
Yet, I supposedly lived in Mommy-topia. I was now working from home, where I could be home with my children who would no doubt coo and play happily at my feet. Not so much.
“This-has-to-change” reality struck me one morning at 3:00 A.M. I was surrounded by dirty dishes, loads of laundry and a sick infant while trying to publish a newsletter. I had hit my breaking point.
The pressure had been building inside me for weeks … until there I was, sitting in a pile of goo, wondering how on earth I was going to work these new people into my life.
Suddenly, in the middle of the night, it became so clear to me what I needed to do. It seemed so right that I couldn’t wait to do it.
I dropped all my projects except for the most profitable ONE which also happened to be the most managable. Eureka! My sanity was saved.
Our job was to be obedient to God. He was the one calling us to be healthier and happier. We were truly “worth more than many sparrows”(Matthew 10:31). Neither of us knew how everything was going to turn out. We just needed to give in to His will for our lives.
Where do you “labor and spin” (Matthew 6:28)?
Where is God leading you?