There were so many times as a young mom that I would wonder if what I was doing mattered. At times the days felt mundane and redundant. Were the lessons and values I repeatedly taught penetrating their hearts or falling on deaf ears? Was there light at the end of the tunnel? When was I going to see the fruit of my labor?
Ministry, at times, can feel the same way. It can be a lonely and hard road. There can be seasons where you feel like you aren’t making a difference and that what you are doing doesn’t matter. In those seasons of drought, I am reminded that our reward is not here on earth but in heaven. Whether it’s with my kids or in ministry, I’m called to walk in obedience and trust Him with the rest.
God, we rest in knowing that You are in control. We give You our hard seasons, whether it be with our family or our ministry. When we grow weary, we look to You and hold onto Your truth and Your promises. Amen.