Tomorrow Is a New Day, Weary Momma

It’s been a year. Like a long clip going back 12 months for many trials and suffering reasons in my space of parenting young adults. Of course, an abundance of blessings also fueled the recent journey, but none of us can side-step the pre-packaged challenges of raising kids at every age and stage. Just when we think we know something, the universe reminds us we don’t. So, there’s that.

But the beauty of having to tough our way through life sometimes is knowing every 24 hours a new day comes along. God guarantees this truth. And the creator of time whispered a message about all things rising and setting of the sun in relation to momhood and asked me to share the insight forward.

First, I sat with the concept myself and breathed the wisdom into my world for a bit to see if my perspective on the ebb and flow of motherhood changed. The early results are in, and all signs point to a better outlook. I suppose I could have guessed God would be right.

How often do we wish away minutes in the chaos when our days are long and nights are longer? Then how quick are we to shake a fist at mother time for erasing years behind our back, leaving us longing for days of old?

When it comes to the ticking of the clock, we often linger in one of two schools of thought: the ‘never enough’ or the ‘never ends” frame of mind—depending on our circumstances. But God reminds us the happy medium is to live in the NOW. To accept, enjoydeal withappreciate, and pray through what is right here and right now–no matter what cards are on the table. Doing so guarantees us freedom. Freedom from entanglement over the regrets of the past and worries about the future. Now is all we have. One now moment after another Each second of life a precious gift.

So, what are we missing when endless narratives about what could have been or might happen muck up our now moments instead? A lot. Sara Young’s, Jesus Calling, has a devotion which says, “God created a day in 24-hour segments as a gift.” For the first time in 48 years I think I get this. And what a magical blessing this is.

Whether God chose 24 hours or 4 to represent a day makes no difference. The glory is in the dawn. An opportunity to start over when the sun comes up no matter what was wreaking havoc in our world when the sun went down. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

Shelby Spear
Shelby Spear
Shelby is a sappy soul whisperer, sarcasm aficionado, and pro-LOVE, Jesus adoring mom of 3 Millennials writing stuff & doing life with her hubby of 25 years. You can read her stories on her blog at, around the web, and in print at Guideposts. Shelby's new book, co-authored with Lisa Leshaw, is now available: How Are You Feeling, Momma? (You don't need to say, "I'm fine.")

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