This morning I got to the end of my Bible reading, and almost laughed at how opposite I feel from Habakkuk right now.
The Lord is my strength; He will make my feet like deer’s feet, and He will make me walk on my high hills. Habakkuk 3:19
Deer’s feet – I wish!
I’ve seen deer springing through the woods. They run as though invisible springs propel their weightless bodies. I may have thrown on my go-to yoga pants and neon Nikes this morning in a race to get the kids out the door, but there is no spring in my step. And weightless, not exactly! I’m loaded down with worries.
Being a mom is hard. Some days are harder than others, like the days I wish I could take my kids’ place, the days I long for simpler ones that too quickly passed, the days I would do it for them if I could.
I started to dismiss Habakkuk. Was Habakkuk inspired by God to write that? Yes. Was Habakkuk a mom? Definitely not!
But Habakkuk was in a tough place, too. He had been given charge over God’s people. He spent His life teaching them, loving them when they rebelled, hurting when they were mistreated, and never giving up on them.
So how could he rejoice and find strength when the bully seemed to triumph, when impulsive choices bore lasting regret, when waiting another day seemed impossible, when only disappointment grew as a fruit of labor, when the road seemed too steep and the turns too sharp?
Because he trusted less in his feet and more in his walk.
Remember the phrase and He will make me walk from Habakkuk 3:19. It means to tread, as in to follow.
If the weighty responsibility of motherhood feels like the road where others fear to tread, you can trust someone is going before us. He knows what tomorrow holds because He is already there, and He’s preparing us to handle it.
Have a tween or teen and want more encouragement for this season of your life? Come hang out with us at Village Moms!
I’ve seen deer springing through the woods. They run as though invisible springs propel their weightless bodies. I may have thrown on my go-to yoga pants and neon Nikes this morning in a race to get the kids out the door, but there is no spring in my step. And weightless, not exactly! I’m loaded down with worries.
Being a mom is hard. Some days are harder than others, like the days I wish I could take my kids’ place, the days I long for simpler ones that too quickly passed, the days I would do it for them if I could.
I started to dismiss Habakkuk. Was Habakkuk inspired by God to write that? Yes. Was Habakkuk a mom? Definitely not!
But Habakkuk was in a tough place, too. He had been given charge over God’s people. He spent His life teaching them, loving them when they rebelled, hurting when they were mistreated, and never giving up on them.
So how could he rejoice and find strength when the bully seemed to triumph, when impulsive choices bore lasting regret, when waiting another day seemed impossible, when only disappointment grew as a fruit of labor, when the road seemed too steep and the turns too sharp?
Because he trusted less in his feet and more in his walk.
Remember the phrase and He will make me walk from Habakkuk 3:19. It means to tread, as in to follow.
If the weighty responsibility of motherhood feels like the road where others fear to tread, you can trust someone is going before us. He knows what tomorrow holds because He is already there, and He’s preparing us to handle it.
Have a tween or teen and want more encouragement for this season of your life? Come hang out with us at Village Moms!
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