To be sustained in gospel motherhood, we need the soul renewal that only Christ can bring.

In the emptiness of our own exhaustion, we can cry out to the Lord for restoration—of soul, mind, and strength.

When we’re weary as moms and our guard is down, it’s easy to seek “rest” in places other than the Living God—the only One who can truly refresh our souls.

When we fail to maintain perfect order and rhythm in our homes and families, we can gratefully lean on the God who holds all things together by his sovereign power.

When we’re weighed down by responsibilities and pressures, we look to the Savior who sustains us today—and to the hope of his victory over all that overwhelms us.

Amidst demanding holiday schedules, sleep is a gift from God to steward for ourselves and our children—a reminder that he holds all things together.

Fixing our eyes on Christ and his perfection frees us from the burden of our own imperfections and failures as moms.

When we’re frustrated by our own human forgetfulness, we can look in hope to the God who never forgets to show his love and faithfulness to us.

No doubt about it, motherhood leaves us weary. We know it. We feel it deep in our bones. Jesus came to give us the ultimate rest we need.

Being a mom often means being up in the middle of the night. If God ordained every minute you spend awake in the nighttime, are these moments gifts of grace?

Those first few months when my son was a newborn were hard. I slept between feedings during the night. I followed the night time cycle mothers know all too well: feed, sleep an hour or two, and feed again. Repeat.

In the morning, I’d calculate in my mind how many total hours of sleep I got from the interrupted sleep I caught in between feedings. ‘Six. That’s not bad. You can make it on six,’ I’d tell myself. Despite my pep talk, I couldn’t make it. I was exhausted.

Over time, I became obsessed with sleep. It was an elusive thing that always moved farther out of my reach. I strategized ways to get more. But even when I did lie down to sleep, the slightest noise would awaken me. Sometimes no matter how tired I was, I couldn’t fall asleep. I told myself, ‘If only I got a solid eight hours. I’d be a happier person. I’d be a better mom.’

You could say I worshipped sleep.

What? Worship sleep? You might think it’s impossible to worship something we need, something that is good for us. In truth, even good things become idols when we turn to them to give us life and hope.

...For moms, the best way to determine if something is an idol is to look at how we handle the daily stresses and pressures of motherhood. Because, to be honest, motherhood is hard and filled with hard and challenging days. There are always interrupted plans, sick children, temper tantrums, overwhelming chaos, and bone-weary days.

...But our God is faithful. He promised to send a Savior and he did. We need to steep our hearts in the Word of God, reading and rereading what God did for us by sending his Son to redeem us from sin. If God rescued us from our worst fear—eternal separation from him—how can he not also deliver us from our current fears?

...Moms, we do need help and hope. Motherhood is challenging and sometimes downright hard. But our help and hope are not found in a change of circumstances, in a pint of ice cream, or in a new parenting method. Our hope is found in Christ, in who he is and what he has done for us. He is our help and our source of life.

At the end of a long day of mothering and meeting needs, how sweet it is to know that God invites us to bring our own needs and emptiness in exchange for his strength and rest.