Too exhausted to read the Bible (or pray)…
Most kind and loving people have admirably low expectations for mothers of young children. People constantly reassure me that my failures are okay, whether it’s that I forgot to bring something, do something, answer an email quickly, or even if it’s something more important: “Nobody can be perfectly patient all the time.” “I didn’t read the Bible for years when we had littles.” “They won’t remember the bad times.” “The important thing is that you’re trying.” “God knows what we need even when we’re too tired to pray.” Even great pastors like D.A. Carson and Martyn Lloyd-Jones are hasty to reassure us of the legitimacy of our struggle, the impossibility of being a mother of young children and a devotee of Scripture at the same time. There is much kindness in such reassurance. I have no doubt that it is well-meant. But while pithy reassurances are comforting, they aren’t necessarily biblical or helpful. My heart is bleak ; I am not strong enough to stop burying myself in the Word ...