Supermom has Nothing on the Ultimate Superhero

According to blogthings, my alter ego is Spiderman. Of course seeing as I appreciate all things feminine, I’m going to say I’m a whole lot more like Spidergirl. I’m intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility. I don’t have the ability to cling to walls but I have been known to possess superhuman strength while carrying a diaper bag, a 2 year old, a newborn in a sling and 2 grocery bags all at the same time. If I could have I probably would have topped that act off with a balanced cup of Starbucks on my nose. All the while my sixth spidey-sense would have been tingling to alert me to any impending danger. Yes, as a mom of young kids, I have been a superhero. But like Spidey, my weakness is my sense of responsibility.

I hold myself responsible for all things that happen in my house whether they be great or small. I worry and I try to anticipate what my children will need to succeed in the future. The result is not an increase in strength but a zapping of my resources. There is only one way to recharge when anxiety has worn me down. I must turn to the true superhero. The one who really knows all of my days and has the strength to carry all of my burdens. The one who can hear all that is in my heart without me even having to give a voice to my concerns. The one who has a love so great that he would actually lay down his own superhero son’s life for me. Yes, in this world supermom is nothing, for there is only one true superhero!

Dear Lord,

I am in awe of your greatness. To call you awesome is an understatement. I can’t even get my mind around all that it is you are capable of. Yet in all this greatness you still know me. You still care about me. Quite simply, I know that I am not worthy of that attention and I am humbled by your presence.

In Jesus’ Name. Amen.