Being a single mother takes strength, faith and courage, but most of all, faith.
I think one of the hardest things about being a single mum is when your children are sick or not well and you don't have anyone to give you a hug and just say "it's going to be alright", no one to just reassure you and help carry your worries.
As I look back over these last 25 or so years, right up to today, that feeling of being overwhelmed with emotion at receiving upsetting news that one of your children isn't well, never leaves you no matter how old your children get.
Tears flow down your cheeks, you pray fervently that everything will be fine, but then that doubt creeps in, especially when you are sleep-deprived, and then it takes every bit of faith that you have to stop you from going under with the weight of worry and wishing with all your heart that whatever it is that's not right with your child, would just be taken away and their health is perfect. As I said, in times like that, you could really do with a big hug and to be able to look into that person's eyes and just know that everything will indeed be alright, that the pathology results are wrong and life just keeps on flowing as it should. But then, I am reminded by my Heavenly Daddy that He didn't bless me with these beloved children just to cause me pain and worry. He gave me these children as blessings, because each one of them is a miracle.
But alas, it's the faith that you have in God's promises that gives you the strength that you need. Without that, I would fall apart completely.
God's Word says that He is the father of the fatherless and the defender of the widow,(Psalm 68:5) and even though technically I'm not a widow, I still consider myself a widow because I've had two marriages die. My youngest son and I are both fatherless, one by circumstance and one by choice. God has brought us through things that no child should have to go through, but each time we have faced something horrific or overwhelming, God has somehow surrounded us with people to lift us up, some people that I've never even met, and the love and support that they have shown me has made me feel so loved and so grateful for the internet and social media.
I could write about the miracles that God has performed throughout my journey of single motherhood,but suffice to say that He has rescued me, and my children, from situations and/or people that could have brought us grave harm countless times, and each and every time, I humbly went to God in prayer, pouring out my tears to Him, and sometimes, I'm crying so much that I can't even find the words to express my pain, but He hears my heart, He knows my heart.
I know that I am strong, but sometimes, you just become so weary from fighting battles. But then I remember that the Word of God also says that the battle is not mine, but the Lord's. (1 Samuel 17:47).
To quote a beautiful song that was written by Gary Valenciano:
"Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight,
People say that I'm amazing
I'm strong beyond my years,
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears.
They don't know that I come running home when I fall down,
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armour, the warrior is a child
Unafraid because His arrow is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say I'm amazing
I never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
These lyrics really resonate with me because I am indeed, in a battle, but God has reminded me through all the amazing family and friends, that I'm not alone and that He really does love me and cares for me and my children, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
Until next time,
I am the Girl from Down Under xx
As I look back over these last 25 or so years, right up to today, that feeling of being overwhelmed with emotion at receiving upsetting news that one of your children isn't well, never leaves you no matter how old your children get.
Tears flow down your cheeks, you pray fervently that everything will be fine, but then that doubt creeps in, especially when you are sleep-deprived, and then it takes every bit of faith that you have to stop you from going under with the weight of worry and wishing with all your heart that whatever it is that's not right with your child, would just be taken away and their health is perfect. As I said, in times like that, you could really do with a big hug and to be able to look into that person's eyes and just know that everything will indeed be alright, that the pathology results are wrong and life just keeps on flowing as it should. But then, I am reminded by my Heavenly Daddy that He didn't bless me with these beloved children just to cause me pain and worry. He gave me these children as blessings, because each one of them is a miracle.
But alas, it's the faith that you have in God's promises that gives you the strength that you need. Without that, I would fall apart completely.
God's Word says that He is the father of the fatherless and the defender of the widow,(Psalm 68:5) and even though technically I'm not a widow, I still consider myself a widow because I've had two marriages die. My youngest son and I are both fatherless, one by circumstance and one by choice. God has brought us through things that no child should have to go through, but each time we have faced something horrific or overwhelming, God has somehow surrounded us with people to lift us up, some people that I've never even met, and the love and support that they have shown me has made me feel so loved and so grateful for the internet and social media.
I could write about the miracles that God has performed throughout my journey of single motherhood,but suffice to say that He has rescued me, and my children, from situations and/or people that could have brought us grave harm countless times, and each and every time, I humbly went to God in prayer, pouring out my tears to Him, and sometimes, I'm crying so much that I can't even find the words to express my pain, but He hears my heart, He knows my heart.
I know that I am strong, but sometimes, you just become so weary from fighting battles. But then I remember that the Word of God also says that the battle is not mine, but the Lord's. (1 Samuel 17:47).
To quote a beautiful song that was written by Gary Valenciano:
"Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight,
People say that I'm amazing
I'm strong beyond my years,
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears.
They don't know that I come running home when I fall down,
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armour, the warrior is a child
Unafraid because His arrow is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say I'm amazing
I never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
These lyrics really resonate with me because I am indeed, in a battle, but God has reminded me through all the amazing family and friends, that I'm not alone and that He really does love me and cares for me and my children, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
Until next time,
I am the Girl from Down Under xx
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