To fellow mamas in the trenches.
To all who bear scars from past battles.
To grandmas and friends who are life lines, prayer warriors.
You who continue to love brave under extraordinary terms.
This is for you, with love.
Motherhood: An EXTRA-ordinary call.
Day in, day out. Simply ordinary. Never dull.
Piles of laundry, dishes, dust, dirt.
Endless spills, gooey hands, sticky faces.
Multiple dirty diapers, bottoms, toilets bowls.
Errands to run, mouths to feed, activities to attend.
Whining, bickering, crying, pleading, never end.
No!, 1-2-3!, Time out!, Get off him, I said!
What’s the magic word , please; thank you.
Miracle boo boo kisses, cartoon bandaids.
I love you so much. I am sorry, again.
The list goes on and on and that’s all before noon.
This is an EXTRA-ordinary call and we are NOT under qualified.
Even so, the doubt creeps, fear seeps in, to threaten, to steal,
all that is good. Leaving us battered, beaten, broken.
Screaming loud in our heads,
Never good enough. All alone.
Walls crashing in, ready to cave.
This ships going to sink, we’re all going to drown.
A lie straight from the pit. The enemy will not win.
Raise your head high. Call on His name.
Reach up, wave His Banner.
Proclaim Victory louder,
“This is no ordinary fight. This battle belongs to The Lord!”
We are called to stand brave and not budge.
To look ordinary in the eye, see beyond.
To extraordinary never ending grace,
snap shots of heaven, glimpses of glory.
Souls drawing near. Minds growing in knowledge.
Seeing beyond, freckled faces, mischievous grins.
Foundations and frames under construction.
Building of character. Faithful men. Gracious women.
Rising up, standing firm under extraordinary terms.
Declaring for all to hear, “My Strength is in The Lord!”
His grace overflows. His love never ends.
He is with me and for me. I have nothing to fear.
I will rise. I will stand. I will fight brave to the end.
The Battle is Won. The Victory, His!