A mother woke up early one morning, feeling rested and refreshed. She started the laundry, dusted the furniture, washed the floor, had her devotions—and all before the kids woke up. She felt great. That feeling continued as no one fought at the breakfast table or cried into their cereal. The rest of the morning went smoothly, lunch was as peaceful as breakfast had been, and all the laundry was folded and put away before supper rolled around.
And she knew it. She’d finally gotten the hang of being a good wife and mother. She went to bed that night with a smile on her face.
The next morning, this same mother woke up ten minutes before school was to start—and to loud noises coming from the kitchen pantry. She skipped brushing her teeth and raced down the hall to find one child eating chocolate while the other two were still in the pantry, fighting over the last cookie. Breakfast was chaotic (no one wanted eggs for dessert), she forgot about laundry until lunch, didn’t have lunch planned so they had breakfast all over again, and quiet time afterward was anything but.
And she knew it. She was a failure as a wife and mother. She went to bed that night realizing she still hadn’t brushed her teeth.
It’s easy to measure one’s worth as a wife or mother by the things we have—or haven’t—accomplished. It’s with a thankful heart that I’m reminded that God’s love for us isn’t based on what kind of day we’re having, but on who He is. His love is unconditional, His mercies new each morning, and His grace sufficient always.
So if your kids had chocolate for breakfast this morning instead of eggs, have no fear. The scales are still tipped in your favor.