Push Again
Motherhood is a journey of stretching, breaking, and becoming. From the moment we conceive, our bodies, minds, and hearts begin to shift. We adjust our routines, our sleep, and even our sense of self. As that baby grows inside of us, we expand—sometimes painfully—beyond what we ever imagined. And then, when it’s time to bring life into the world, we are asked to do the impossible: to push.
We push when we are exhausted. We push when we feel we have nothing left. We push through the pain, the fear, and the uncertainty, until that long-awaited child is placed in our arms. And in that moment, the struggle fades in the joy of the promise fulfilled.
But what no one prepares us for is that pushing doesn’t end in the delivery room.
That same child, once fragile and dependent, will grow and stretch us again in ways we never anticipated. The sleepless nights return—but now for different reasons. The tears we once wiped from their tiny faces turn into prayers we cry in secret. We will feel empty, drained, and ready to give up.
Then, just like in labor, when we think we cannot do it anymore, the Spirit of God whispers: Push again.
Push past the heartbreak.
Push past the disappointment.
Push past the pain of watching them struggle.
Push past the fear that you’ve failed them.
Motherhood is a cross we carry, but it is also a joy set before us. Just as Jesus endured the cross for the joy ahead, so do we. There is purpose in our pain, and though we may feel like the sacrifice, God has not forgotten us.
So to every mother who has labored—who has stretched, broken, and bled for her children—know this: God is still perfecting the things that concern you. Your labor is not in vain. The same God who gave you strength to push before will give you the strength to push again.
Restoration is coming.
Joy is coming.
Morning is coming.
Happy Mother’s Day. Keep pushing. God is not finished with your story. There shall be glory after this.