Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt… snooze. (6:20am)

Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt… snooze. (6:30am)

Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt… snooze. (6:40am)

“Ugh” I groan in exhaustion. “Come on, time to wake up, and get ready. The bus will be here soon.” I mumble.

That is a typical weekday for me. Lack of sleep, wondering how I will survive these early morning wake ups every… single… day.

Most days, I feel like I am barely keeping my head above water, stuck in the cycle of early mornings and endless tasks. How do I continue these repetitive days that feel so mundane? There must be more to life than waking up early, going to work and school. Completing the same tasks and chores at home day after day.

As my oldest gets ready for school I get her snack, water, and backpack together. I help fix her hair, then get her onto the bus. I slowly walk back inside to start the next morning task. While softly humming I make my husband’s breakfast and pack his lunch as he gets ready. With tired eyes barely in focus- I pour fresh brewed coffee into his mug, smelling the bold aroma, I find myself humming a little louder, feeling a little more awake. I pause to pray for my husband as I finish preparing his food for the long workday, thanking Yahweh for a list of blessings. I gently place everything into my husband’s work backpack, getting him out the door with a goodbye kiss.

Watching him walk to his truck, I observe the pink cotton candy sunrise in the background noticing hints of orange and the golden clouds, the sun is brightly peeking through the trees, the silky drops of dew on the soft blades of grass. “Thank You.” I whisper. In the moments of weariness and routine, there are glimmers of joy and hope. Theres a moment of tranquility when the world seems to pause just for me. Looking around I see the beauty and blessings everywhere.

As I close the door, I take a deep breath and savor the stillness of the morning. It is a rare moment of peace before the day truly begins… aka, my 2- and 4-year-olds wake up. Throughout the day I juggle between household chores and the endless demands of motherhood. Piles of laundry, a sink full of dishes, and the ridiculous number of toys scattered around the house seems like a never-ending battle. In the moments of feeling overwhelmed, wanting to give up, wishing I could crawl into my bed and ignore it all, those are the moments when I look over to that beautiful blue Book.

The Book filled with instruction.

Filled with love, hope, promises and grace.

The Book that says,

• “Come to Me, all you who labour and are burdened, and I shall give you rest.” (Mattithyahu (Matthew) 11:28).
• “But those who wait on Yahweh renew their strength, they raise up the wing like eagles, they run and are not weary, they walk and do not faint.” (Yeshayah (Isaiah 40: 31).
• “I have strength to do all, through Messiah who empowers me.” (Pilipiyim (Philippians) 4:13).

Days like this can feel dreadful, why bother, why care. Days like this are when we reach out to the hem of Yeshua’s garment. When we humble ourselves and soften our hearts. When we pray and cry to Yahweh for the strength to continue on. We slow down and see the beauty. We remember His goodness and grace. We serve an Elohim who loves us so much. He paints the sky every morning and night. Yet, so often, we are too distracted, and exhausted from the demands of this world to notice.

So, even on the hardest days, I pause. I breathe. I look to the One who never tires, who renews my strength, who surrounds me with daily reminders of His love. The pink skies, the hot coffee, the quiet hum of a morning routine- these are not mundane things. They are beautiful blessings.