a journal entry dated May 8, 2010.
No one knows the plight of a single mother.
No one knows the immense burden of being the only adult to care for the
children emotionally, physically, temporally, and spiritually.
I grieve for myself and my children because we are robbed of a family that has a
husband and father at its head.
How will they learn how to be fathers? How will they know how to treat their wives?
What kind of men and citizens will they turn out to be?
How long must we endure this injustice? Are our cries and prayers even heard?
Who does the Lord think I am? What does he think I am made of?
I can't carry it anymore today- Lord will you carry the burden for me today.
I have shed countless tears and have felt so broken and lost. I feel like I'm wandering-
that I am out of place as a single mother.
No one knows the grief in a single mother's heart.
She is so fragile. I am so fragile. I used to be tough, full of hope and happiness. Now I
am fragile, fearful and forgotten.
Will I ever find my place again? Will I ever fit in? Will I ever let anyone in?
No one knows...except HIM.
This journal entry that I now call "One single mother's psalm" was obviously
written at a very low point in my life. However, two weeks later I wrote again
in my journal: "I don't feel that way anymore. The Lord has restored my hope
and faith through his tender mercies and reminders of the knowledge he has blessed
me with (about my future), and I no longer hang my head down".
I am certain we all have a psalm of woe we could write because life is HARD. It's
comforting though that our burdens can be made light and that we don't have to be in constant despair. Our Savior picks up the broken pieces of our lives and makes us whole.
