Somehow, by a miracle rivaling the feeding of the 5,000, we’ve made it to the end of another year. If you’re a mom, you know this wasn’t accomplished by strength alone. No, this took prayer, caffeine, divine intervention, and the spiritual gift of pretending you didn’t hear someone yell “MOM!” for the 47th time in one hour.
December hits, and suddenly we’re juggling Christmas programs, teacher gifts, cookie swaps, and the annual hunt for the ornament someone “definitely put back on the tree.” Meanwhile, the family calendar looks like a game of Tetris played by someone who gave up halfway through. And yet, here we are—still standing, still smiling (mostly), and still finding glitter in places glitter should never be.
But in the middle of the chaos, the crumbs, and the carpool lines, God has been faithful. He’s been there in the quiet moments when you finally sit down after bedtime and whisper, “Lord, I’m tired.” He’s been there in the loud moments when everyone needs something at the exact same time and you wonder if Jesus could multiply patience the way He multiplied bread. (Spoiler: He can.)
As the year wraps up, it’s easy to look back and see the messes, the missed appointments, the mismatched socks, and the meals that were more “creative survival” than “culinary excellence.” But God sees something different. He sees a mom who kept showing up. A mom who loved deeply. A mom who didn’t quit, even when she hid in the bathroom for a minute of peace. A mom who leaned on Him more than she realized.
And honestly, that’s the beauty of it. We don’t get through the year because we’re perfect—we get through because God is good.
So here’s to closing out the year with laughter, grace, and maybe a nap. Here’s to remembering that God carried us through every meltdown (ours and the kids’), every unexpected twist, and every moment we felt like we were running on fumes. And here’s to stepping into a new year with fresh hope, renewed strength, and the comforting truth that Jesus goes with us into every season.
Moms, you’ve done amazing. God’s got you. And if your house still looks like Christmas exploded… well, that’s what January is for.
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