Putting on the armor of God: My I can’t is HIS I can

It has been a while since I’ve written. My second child hit me almost as hard as my first but in a completely different way.

I’m not a natural mother. I’m impatient, hot tempered, short, self-centered, and like things my own way. I’m a piece of work.

I very much feel God carving a mother’s heart out of my own. Its painful. Its messy. It’s beautiful. I’m so thankful for it. All of it. Even though I am a baby myself about my suffering through most of it. Nothing good in my motherhood is my own. It is given to me and I am learning to appreciate this and be grateful for all He has done for me.

The first baby I tried to handle things on my own. I ran into the wall every Friday night. Exhausted, burned-out, and in need of sleep. To men and those of you who do not have blessings of your own, these seem like a repetition- but they are not. I never realized just how many levels of exhaustion there were and how it actually doesn’t kill you. If you let it, It just makes a mess of everything else. And I let it run me down.

My point isn’t that motherhood is awful. My point is motherhood is impossible by yourself. Every mother I think learns at some point.

I saw this clearly when my second came. It was seemingly impossible to keep up with both, recover from my surgery, do the dishes, laundry, and oh yeah, take care of myself. I couldn’t do it. Especially at first. I physically had to rely on the others around me and even then I felt like I was just a feeding machine. Spiritually, I felt very attacked. Everything from despair, to anger, to temptation to be depressed, to feeling alone.

I needed the armor of God and I didn’t know how to obtain or put it on. I needed to surrender, get out of the way, and let Him carry me. I couldn’t seem to make this abstract concept tangible. I couldn’t put it on. I was a little child trying to put on this suit of armor that was too bulky and too heavy.

A priest explained to me in confession that the key to putting on the armor is in the “I can’t”.

I can’t do it. God can. Let Him do it. Let Him do everything.

This incite and a few other times in the confessional led me to find these fail proof prayers throughout my day:

“Lord, I can’t. You can. Please do this for me.”

“Jesus, cover me with your most precious blood.”

A daily offering of my sufferings prayer – I like this one.

The Rosary and general devotion to and conversation with Mary.

The first I say when I’m trying to complete a task or trying to be patient, or calm, or loving. The second, when I especially feel spiritually attacked with negative thinking, doubt, or worry about something to come. The daily offering came from my recent understanding of the importance of offering up your suffering in reparation for sins and those around you (this will have to be another post at some point).

The Rosary is my rock. When I’m not successful in keeping the habit, my mother in heaven is always listening. I’m in constant conversation with her. She is so dear and loving of a mother, she knows you so well and she cares so deeply. Go to her with everything.

So it turns out the little engine that could, could – but not by herself. At some point she had to let someone fill her up with fuel and power.

Was I successful every time? Absolutely not. I have fallen more times than Rocky Balboa all his movies put together. Did I fall when I confidently and faithful put it in God’s hands? NOT ONCE. He carried me. Safely. Quietly. Peacefully. Even in the midst of my chaos and doubt.

If you feel like you can’t today, or feel tossed amongst the waves, still yourself and try these two prayers and watch God’s hand in your life.

The Daily Offering to the Immaculate Heart of MaryO Jesus, through the Immaculate Heart of Mary,I offer you my prayers, work (1).png




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