A prayer for the weary mother by Emily Rose Massey, read by Lea Martin.

And Jesus sat down and called the twelve disciples, and he said to them,

if anyone desires to be first, he must be last of all and servant of all.

And he took a little child and put him in the center of their group and taking him in his arms, he said to them,

whoever in my name, and for my sake, accepts and receives and welcomes one such child,

also accepts and receives and welcomes me.

And whoever so receives me receives not only me, but him who sent me.

Mark 9, 35, 37.

As a mom of three boys, my quiet time isn't really quiet.

It's full of tiny distractions and interruptions from these little ones.

Nap times are quite short, and to-do lists are quite long.

My days seem to go by in the blink of an eye, and I'm often left exhausted, only getting the chance to pray.

Help me, Lord, in between homeschooling my writing deadlines, continuous snack requests, laundry loads and diaper loads.

Knowing very well that this season in life won't last forever, I've learned to cast my cares upon the Lord,

and soak up the few moments that I can in the Word of God, because it's what I need to readjust my focus when I'm tempted to complain.

The other day, a passage in Mark 9 met this mama right among the blissful chaos with this encouragement.

And Jesus sat down and called the twelve disciples, and he said to them,

if anyone desires to be first, he must be last of all and servant of all.

And he took a little child and put him in the center of their group and taking him in his arms, he said to them,

whoever in my name, and for my sake, accepts and receives and welcomes one such child, also accepts and receives and welcomes me.

And whoever, so receives me, receives not only me, but him who sent me.

Mark 9 35 through 37.

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