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“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

“Come to me, all you who are weary.” Are you feeling weary this morning, sweet mama? I know that I am. It can sometimes feel as though our work as mothers is never ending, can’t it?

I remember when I worked at the hospital as a nurse, I had a little name tag with my picture on it and a tiny pair of baby feet that showed I worked in the labor & delivery unit. I would swipe in at the beginning of my shift, and then swipe out when my shift had ended. And that was it! I was finished with my work. I could go home and spend time with my husband, rest my tired body, read my Bible, eat, and sleep. Sleep in as late as I wanted on my days off. My work had a defined beginning and a defined end.

We know that motherhood isn’t like that, though. And while I do my very best not to think of motherhood and housekeeping as “work,” it can certainly feel that way at times. We can become weary and burdened. The long nights up with a baby. The long days with toddlers who test our patience. The endless running around from activities to errands and all over town. Making sure the needs of all of the precious little people in our homes are met. It can feel so hard at times.

In those moments when you feel like you can’t possibly lift your tired body out of bed to go to the a child calling out for you in the middle of the night one more time. When your patience wears thin or you feel overwhelmed with all of the tasks in front of you for the day. God calls us to come to Him during those moments. He wants to ease your burden, tired mama. He is gentle and humble. He wants to give you rest for your SOUL. Rest for your soul. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? It is, and it is available to you right now.

So I urge you, in the hustle and bustle of your morning, as little people with big needs start to wake up and call out for you, as the busy day gets started–go first to your loving Father. Ask Him to ease your burden and give you rest. Gather strength from Him for the day ahead. And when weariness again creeps in, go back to Him in prayer.

Even when our days are busy and the needs of others around us are many and we don’t get to simply clock out at the end of our shift, we can always, always find rest in Him.

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Abby Riley

Abby is a former big city labor & delivery nurse turned stay-at-home mom living in small town Montana. She is married to her high school sweetheart who works as a firefighter at his absolute dream job. She has her absolute dream job as well, as the mama to a sweet toddler here on earth and a sweet little baby in heaven. She loves her family, loves God, and loves writing about life in her Blessed Little Nest. You can find her writing at https://thisblessedlittlenest.com/ or https://www.facebook.com/BlessedLittleNest/.

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