I love to start off my posts sometimes with a bunch of truths. Truths about life, motherhood, mistakes, messes, and all things real.
In my experience- people like to relate and connect to what they’re reading- like a virtual high-five. So, get that hand ready. Here we go. In no particular order….
I forgot to pick up my kids a couple weeks ago.
I overloaded the washing machine ( for the 100th time) and almost broke it and made my husband very mad.
I let the Amazon guy push a huge 200 lb box across our newly refinished floors, thus scratching them.
I didn’t put on gloves while dying Easter eggs this morning and now my fingers are marbled.
And I’m pretty sure my kids don’t like me.
Now, this is the deafening silence where I pray someone reading this has felt any of these things. If not, I’m just going to keep on clicking the keys. I have both littles taking naps. *Although I did send the toddler to bed with her newly dyed Easter egg, and that was probably a terrible idea because she’ll probably drop the egg from her top bunk and her room will smell like a huge poo and she will be down any second. So I’ll be quick.
While driving the kids around this past week, ( I do my best thinking while driving) I kept having the imagery of light pouring in from darkness. And letters were dancing around in my head, rearranging and coming to life.
This was all paired with scenes flashing from the guilt and shame of my recent parenting where all I do is try to correct, raise them well, and bring them closer but what it feels like is nothing short of yelling, arguing, and walls being put up. I have pretty much felt like a huge failure in this department for a long, cold, barren season now.
Much like winter.
Dreary, frigid, desolate, silent, and what seems like a huge halt in growth.
But that’s not the truth, is it?

In the darkness of winter, there is so much we cannot see. We’ve actually decided there is nothing even there.
Much like inside hearts.
I finally made sense of the letters roaming around in my head. It is a prayer for my children (and myself.)
S. I. C. K.
Selfish, Inconsiderate, Compassionate, Kind.
A total Transformation.

You see, we’re all stuck somewhere, in need of healing, new life breathed into us. Some time we are aware of what we need, other times- it’s everyone else who knows it first.
Only Jesus can do this. Not me.
I cannot burn myself out trying to change hearts.
Only Jesus can do this. Not me.
I cannot perform miracles and expect laundry and dishes to be done with a smile.
Only Jesus can do this. Not me.
My job is to lift them up to the ONE who made them and loves them infinitely more than I could ever try to. And LET Him work within them, while I let Him work with my messes and mistakes.
Nothing wasted.
In the darkness, there is much going on. ( Look around!)
No better time to reflect on this amazing miracle than during Holy Week.
7 days.
Joy. Betrayal. Solitude. Pain. Darkness. Quiet. Triumph.
God transformed all the dark into light.
Brighter than we could ever imagine.
The world was blanketed in messes and mistakes. And you might feel that’s all you’re wearing these day- a snuggy wrapping up all your flaws and failures.
But walk with Him, talk with Him. Give up all your hurt, pain, sorrow and see what He can do.
Don’t stay stuck in the news of Friday…the place where hope seems lost.
Rather, have faith in the silence of Saturday, the promises, and all that cannot be seen- yet.
Believe that Sunday is coming. And when it does, bask in the beautiful light and new LIFE.
Because of the truth:
He wins. <3
