Dear Weary Lady,
I see you, and I understand. You wake up, the same time as yesterday, in the exact same way. You drag your exhausted body down the hall, and you force your eyes to somewhat open as you make another pot of coffee. The same as yesterday. Even the creamer is the same.
You get cranky kids ready, and you count to ten trying not to yell as you risk running late. You kiss your husband goodbye, a quick, perfunctory peck, and you repeat yesterday.
The kids still throw fits, and you wonder am I teaching them anything of value? God, I’m horrible at this!
The same bills come due before you know it, and another month has gone by much like the last. The weather changes, different holidays come and go, and you notice the kids are growing when their clothes no longer fit.
Your boss expects more than you can provide, and when you get home exhausted from another long, demanding day you are rewarded with more people demanding what’s left of you. Dinner, homework, laundry, baths, and bed. Repeat.
Other than a new season of your favorite show coming up not much else excitement is on the horizon, and a melancholy discontentment caused by the everyday mundane is like an albatross around your neck. It drags you further down into the burdens you see as your lot in life.
What happened to dreams of doing more, being more, feeling like your life amounted to something of importance? As it stands you feel like just another cog on the wheel that makes this thing called life spin the same circle as the day before.
But what if I told you that you make a difference? What if I told you that your life matters? It does; we matter.
Every dirty face you wipe and booboo you kiss is another lesson in love and compassion that you are impressing upon future generations.
Every meal prepared and tender kiss given to your spouse is serving to build a relationship. It’s a beautiful love language that kindles the fire of your marriage, and it is not in vain.
Every lesson taught, no matter how many times repeated, is building a foundation for future leaders.
Every service you provide whether at work or home is building on something beyond yourself, and when done in a spirit of love you will be blessed for it, even if you cannot see. Especially when you cannot see.
And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.
So many days it seems like my efforts go unnoticed, or that the many little things I do are useless. I pick up the same toys day after day, and I make the same meals over and over. I wash the dishes once again, and complete an endless supply of laundry. No one may notice or even say thank you, and I wonder why I bother.
I may do things at work that never get acknowledged, and when all I crave is a “thank you,” I may instead receive a snide, unkind remark.
Yet I matter. What I do matters. What I say matters, and if somehow, someway something I say or do can positively impact another life then I am blessed.
I may not see the outcome of my efforts, but they are there. I glimpse them in little things my children do that let me know they really were listening, and my heart smiles.
I see them in the patients who return to my work and say “thank you. You were so kind when I needed it the most.”
I see it in my husband’s smile and the warmth of his embrace after a long day apart.
You cannot always see the mark one life makes on another, but it is there. I know that wherever God places me He will use me mightily as that’s how He works. The least I can do is enjoy it. Every day is a gift, even the ones that seem to run together. In the toughest of times I can be used best to shine the light of God’s love, to be an example of His grace.
Knowing this is easy. Remembering it on a daily basis is the hard part.
I see you worn out woman, and we are the same you and I, but God is using us for His kingdom. Even a weary heart can spread the light of Jesus.
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Don’t give up, and do not forget that you matter. We all do, and the work we are performing in our lives gives glory to The Lord. Keep up the good work, pray without ceasing, and remember that you are important. What you do is important.
Another Worn Out Woman