Y’all. I hate when I oversleep.
Normally I’ve got three alarms — one to wake me up, one to remind me I hit snooze, and one for when it’s officially too late to look like I have it together. But for some reason, last night I must’ve decided that running around like a crazy duck would be more fun for my morning routine.
So there I was — barreling through the house, hair half-dry, heart racing, 15 minutes before we’re supposed to walk out the door.
I’m yanking kids out of bed, throwing cereal like confetti, and shouting orders like a frazzled drill sergeant:
“Shoes! Backpack! Where’s your other sock?! Why are you brushing your teeth in the kitchen?!”
It takes a lot — and I mean a lot — to get eight people up, dressed, fed, and out the door on time. But somehow, by the grace of God (and a little teamwork), we made it.
No one was late.
No one cried.
And only one kid’s shirt was had something on it.
Now, as I sit here in the school parking lot, waiting for one of the kids’ performances to start, I can finally breathe. My hair’s in a mess, my coffee’s lukewarm, but everyone made it — and that’s a win.
And as I sit here, I can’t help but think about how much of life feels like this.
Running late. Rushing. Trying to do everything, be everything, get everyone where they need to go.
And then I think about Martha and Mary.
🕊️ When Martha Overslept (Spiritually Speaking)
In Luke 10, Jesus visits the home of Martha and her sister, Mary. Martha’s running around doing all the things — cleaning, cooking, hosting, making sure everything looks perfect.
Mary, meanwhile, just sits at Jesus’ feet, listening.
And y’all, I feel Martha’s energy in my soul. Because if Jesus showed up at my door, I’d be the one trying to hide the laundry pile and wipe the fingerprints off the fridge before He walked in.
Martha gets flustered and says,
“Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” (Luke 10:40)
And Jesus, with the calm we all wish we had before coffee, says,
“Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed — or indeed only one.” (Luke 10:41–42)
He wasn’t scolding her for caring, or working hard or being busy. He understood all the things that needed to be done. He was reminding her to slow down long enough to notice Him.
That hits different when you’ve been running through the house tossing cereal and shoes at people.
☕ God’s Grace Shows Up in the Rush
Sometimes, we think God only meets us in the quiet moments; the early morning Bible study, the calm cup of coffee, the worship playlist and candle kind of peace.
But y’all… sometimes grace shows up in the mad dash.
In the chaos.
In the parking lot when you’re still catching your breath and wondering how you got everyone out the door without losing your salvation.
Psalm 46:10 says,
“Be still, and know that I am God.”
But the beautiful thing is — He’s still God even when we’re not still.
He’s there in the kitchen when the toaster’s burning.
He’s there in the hallway when everyone’s yelling about missing shoes.
He’s there in the car when the only sound is the crinkle of cereal bags and tired sighs.
He’s not waiting for us to get it together — He’s right there in the middle of our mess, whispering,
“You made it. I’ve got you. Let’s try again tomorrow.”
💛 Mom Takeaway
This morning wasn’t perfect. But it was proof that God’s grace can handle my chaos.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s the real win — not that everyone was on time, but that I remembered who got us there.
So here’s to every mom who overslept, who’s running late, who’s holding it together with dry shampoo and Jesus:
You’re doing just fine.
And He’s right there, in the middle of your morning rush, running right beside you.
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