There are days when I feel that my name is tremendously overused. My children bombard me with requests for everything from play-do and board games to movies and gaming apps to candy and hot cocoa to bubble gum. It seems endless.
“Mommy, can I have…”
“Mommy, can we do this…”
“Mommy, can you get me this…”
“Mommy…Mommy…Mommy” Or, as our littlest has just learned to say, “Mom-ma! Mom-ma! Mom-ma!”
Do I dare admit that there are moments in my day when I actually cringe to hear that name again? But a big reason for my frustration is that I am finite. There is a limit to what one person can do. I can only field so many requests at once, can only hand out so much gum, can only multi-task so far, can only process “mom-ma” a certain number of times. Then, there’s the crisis moment when I really feel my limits, my finiteness, and the frustration begins to build.
And yet, as I was praying through my frustration one day this week, and apologizing to God for what I must sound like to Him, I realized that He has asked me to come to Him incessantly with all my needs, to cast ALL my cares upon Him.
My God is not a finite God.
There is no limit to God, no end. He is everlasting, forever. When I come to Him in all my neediness, His strength and infiniteness is glorified. I will not deplete His strength or His grace, and He will not reach the limit of His faithfulness. He will never cringe to hear me call out “Abba!”
And thankfully, when my babies reach the end of all that their “momma” can handle, they still have all that “Abba” has given her. When my strength fails, His strength sustains us all. Beyond my limits, there is God. And His grace, that is sufficient for me, is the same grace I give to my children—even as I am handing out bubble gum or goldfish crackers or glasses of milk.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.(Psalm 73:26, ESV)