Comfort

It's been one of those weeks. You know, the kind where you wonder if you were ever cut out to be a mother. Today, I randomly happened upon this and it's so simple, except it was just what I needed today. And suddenly life and motherhood is back into perspective.

Where Do I Turn?

You're a small child.
You wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night.
It's dark.
It's silent.
Where do you go for comfort?


You're a small child.
Your chest is aching.
Your throat is sore.
Your head throbs.
Who do you turn to for comfort?

Someone pulls you into their warm arms.
They lay your head in their lap.
They stroke your face and hair.
They whisper that everything will be alright.
They softly hum and sing to you.
You are comforted.

Now, you are a mother.
Your children cry for you.
You comfort them.
They are hungry.
You make them a meal.
They are sick.
You nurse them back to health.
They are afraid.
You rock them.
You hold them.
You kiss them.
You love them.
You are their comfort.

You are a mother.
You wake in the night.
You are afraid.
You are alone.
You are sick.
Where are you to turn for comfort?

The Lord is there.

As the mother now, He is all I have.