Migraine

It's morning again and I climb out of bed,
Every heart beat a drum beat loud in my head.
The ache is the same,
The patience wear thin,
I'm tempted to skip this day again.
Think, think to crawl back into bed.
Take a pill and ease this pain in my head.

But then His voice speaks,
"Steady, steady your thoughts,
Keep them right here with me.
I am all that you need
to get through this. Just seek."

So slowly, I dress, brush my teeth and my hair.
Crying and praying, into the mirror I stare.
"Thank You, oh Father, for walking with me
through valley and trial and toil and snare.
Thank You that whether facing mountain, lion or bear,
Your hand holds my hand and You lead with great care."

"The head may ache and the sun may not shine,
but my Beloved Jesus forever and ever is mine.
Thank You, dear Father, for gifts that you give.
The gift of Your peace and Your presence are here,
Thank You that in love You remove all my fear."

And the pain does not leave,
But neither does He.
I am held in His arms for eternity.

From a Mama to Boys

Why wasn't I warned that motherhood would come with many broken hearts and lack of sleep? Who forgot to tell me that being a mama to boys would be HARD? I never did meet that one brave mama to give it to me straight. She would have said something like, "Being a mother is the best job you will ever have. You will be overjoyed at every accomplishment, laugh harder and cry more. You will have nights that drag on and mornings that come far too early. You will have way more laundry than any ONE child could possible make... And meals, well, they may occasionally feel more like a battlefield than that serene setting you always imagined in your head. Your heart will turn liquid with every hug, and, oh, when he comes to Christ and speaks of Him as friend...it will be too much for words. But, when his heart breaks, when he is rejected...when the kids at church make fun of him or he comes home from school after a day of being left out....your mama's heart will have you crying yourself to sleep at night, on your knees for him. You will want to jump in and defend him. You will, but you can't...you can only carry him to the Father and wait...wait for Him to move. And for all the laughter and all the joy, the tears and heartache will cut deep and you will have to find a way to help him through, to navigate his emotions without spilling your tears. I promise you, one of the sweetest sounds you will hear is his prayers flying to the Throne of Grace. Oh, and the whisper of his 'I love you!' while he snuggles warm in your lap will make you come undone." Yeah, she would have said something like that.