“Hopeless!” I throw my hands up with frustration.
It seems the same day after bone-wearying day.
I feel alone and unseen. The baby screams. (Don’t worry, they’re teething screams.) The toddler’s nose runs non-stop. And now the older ones are hungry, tired and whining. This never-ending cycle gets me down. It all feels so hopeless! I feel so hopeless.
As Job, the man of God said:
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
and they come to an end without hope.”
But I wonder, is it all really hopeless? Is life futile? Am I loved? Does anyone remember me?
As mothers it’s so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day. So easy to forget that there are people who do see you. Reaching out for help seems the opposite of what you feel like doing. Surely someone must see me and my struggle!
But that’s just it. There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Jesus sees you. And you are loved and not forgotten.
One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin,Proverbs 18:24 (NIV)
but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
In this interview on ultra106five radio, Jenny talks with Jason about the truth that you are loved and not forgotten.