Since when did motherhood become a place of glorified death? Since when did it become a place of recognizing what we’re losing, magnifying what we’re giving up, and trumpeting the daily challenges of raising our kids on social media?

I won’t deny there is a place of death that comes when we step into motherhood. We die to our own personal desires. We lose sleep, personal space, free time, body image, and much more.

When you’re too tired to pursue, you can still press in.

The days are long with little ones. Rarely do the minutes provide fully energized, distraction free moments for communion with Jesus.

Early risers interrupt early mornings. 

Non-nappers consume midday breaks.

Bedtime for one becomes bedtime for all. 

Exhaustion is real, but don’t believe the lie that Jesus wants eloquent, exemplary devotion. He wants whats real and raw. He wants relationship.