By Kristina Tretter 
The laundry isn’t folded. The dishes aren’t washed. There are remnants of blueberry yogurt scattered from breakfast, and now there are little hands in the muffin batter.
During nap-time, you drink three-day-old coffee and debate whether to read a book or check a box on your never-ending to-do list. You haven’t had a “routine” for months, your time to nourish yourself is limited, and you know you don’t drink enough water in a day.
You wonder if you’re doing any of this “motherhood” stuff right and if you’ll ever feel good enough. You didn’t know it would be this hard. All your friends seem to have it together.
But the reality inside their seemingly picture-perfect homes is another tantrum from a still not potty-trained toddler, a smoke alarm signaling burnt dinner in the oven again, and a party of crumbs parading the countertops. Their unwashed hair stares back at them in the mirror, pleading, “Are you ever going to get it together?”
Maybe, just maybe, the only way to have it together is to lose it all. “For whoever would save his life would lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it” (Matthew 16:25). Maybe we never seem to have it “together” because we’re created to need Jesus. We’re designed for dependence.
He doesn’t make us mothers because we’re able. Not one of us would qualify. He meets us in the gift of motherhood with his grace and draws us to Himself. For His “power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9). If we were able, there would be no need for Jesus. His glory is revealed through the pile of laundry on the bed, the stack of dishes in the sink, the stains on the carpet, and most certainly through the little hands in the muffin batter.
Jesus ministers to us through motherhood. If we had it all “together,” we’d miss it entirely.
by Her View From Home 
by HVFH Contributor 
by Tracy Gerhardt-Cooper 
