Helpless

For the Mom Who Feels Helpless

For the Mom Who Feels Helpless

I called my husband one day in tears about our child, saying, "I just don't know what to do."

It was a deja vu experience because I had said the same thing with the same tears multiple times since becoming a mother. I guess I assumed that as my children got older I would grow in wisdom and understanding and things would be smoother than they were when everything was all new andconfusing and exhausting—when they were babies, then toddlers, then preschoolers. 

But the truth is, I still feel just as helpless as I did the first day I held my oldest son at the hospital.

I don't know about you, but I don’t like feeling helpless; I like knowing what to do in every circumstance. I like to be equipped, prepared, and ready. I like to have plans in place to prevent chaos. I like to control the unexpected. But as I quickly learned, there's no controlling motherhood.

And while I am helpless as a mom, I am never hopeless. Never. And neither are you.

In all our helpless situations, Christ is our hope. He has redeemed us from our sin and given us his righteousness. Through faith in his perfect life, sacrificial death, and glorious resurrection, he made us right with God.

In our greatest helplessness and in our small daily helplessness, Christ is our hope. 

He is sovereign over all things. 

He knows all things. 

He bears all burdens and hears our every cry. 

He works all our circumstances together for our ultimate good. 

He is our comfort, our peace, and our rest.

So, moms, yes we are helpless. But in Christ we are never hopeless.