“The heart of motherhood never stops beating” – September McCarthy,

Raising Generations Today, Hope 2014

I watched them come through the door carrying their notebooks and tote bags filled with expectations and snacks. Some sat in chairs, others grabbed a seat on the floor. And when those places were taken they flowed out the door and spilled into the hallway.  They were weary moms waiting to hear how to have HOPE now. Brooke and I had prayed for them. I watched as she walked around the room touching the chairs. I remembered how we  said, “There is one mom here who needs HOPE. That is why we are here.”

We took turns telling our stories. They listened and laughed.

“Weariness is a feeling—and our feelings can lie to us.  Choose HOPE.” – Brooke McGlothlin

We told them the truth we have learned over the past two years:

This God of Hope wants to be in the middle of our mess and work within us. When we honestly admit where we are, openly invite Him into our mess, pray continually, and encourage our hearts with His Word we can preach hope daily to our hearts. I know, because I do it every day.

And then I watched them walk out the door and they went home. They hugged their babies, kissed their husbands, and waved to the neighbors. Moms who break bread, wash tiny feet, and love others more than self are standing in their kitchens right now probably doing the last sink full of dishes before getting less sleep than they need.

They are missionaries, in the bravest mission field of all. Home.

I’m praying they remember what Jesus whispered to our hearts.

There is always Hope, because when God’s meets us in our mess, He promises to bring it with Him.

“May the God of hope fill you with all  joy and peace in believing, that through the power of the Holy Spirit, you may abound in hope.”  Romans 15:13

xo,

Stacey