Where do moms rest??

This past weekend, I went to visit my mom in hopes for some much needed rest. Boy was it the absolute worst timing ever. Here we are in the midst of a world wide pandemic and I get the bright idea to go see my mom in Colbert, Ok. I thought for sure the mass hysteria hadn't quite hit the little town they reside in, but I was far from wrong because I am pretty sure it hit WHILE I was there. To catch you up, I haven't been sleeping well. Just so much on my mind. I hate to even admit knowing my friends will read this, but I can't honestly tell you the last time I actually walked into a church. Granted, I still watch my old pastor via live podcasts every week. But that is a long story for a whole other blog. So, I was lying in bed, reading up on the latest and unable to slow my worrying thoughts about all that we moms tend to think on. Reese was with me and was having a hard time going to sleep herself as she was lying next to me. I got lost in my thoughts for just a few minutes wondering where the last few years have gone. Remembering the times when I somehow managed to fit both Reese AND Reid in bed with me. Long gone are those days but I guess I will always have my girl for these last minute trips to Nana's for sleepovers and sometimes just spontaneous drives to see Grandma or wherever the road may lead. I thought back to those days again of when the kids were young and I remember the mom that I once was. It's almost painful to think about her. Too painful.  I look over and Reese is finally sound asleep. I guess some things will never change no matter what. I looked at her sleeping just as peacefully as the day we brought her home. Well, except now she steals my pillows and takes all the blankets and well...you get the idea. My point is that even at 16, she still needs and trusts her mama. And out of all the moms on this earth, God chose me...ME...crazy, clumsy, weird, broken and sinful me to be her mom. After a minute, I thought...how amazing it is when God uses a moment so small to get His point across. This night is no different than any other one. My mind, always wondering, going 90 to nothing with thoughts of  things I need to do, things the kids need to do and things the kids just NEED until the thoughts are so overwhelming that they are literally suffocating the breath out of my lungs for fear of not meeting basic needs. I have a very dear friend that will often ask for prayer that she may just "be still" and listen to God so she may know His will and direction. Where in my crazy, busy mom life, did I take my eyes away from the goal and forget to take the time to just be still and rest in those quiet, peaceful moments? In those moments, like now, when kids are asleep, even as the world around us is in a panic, er, especially when the world around us is in a panic, why am I not listening to His voice whisper to me to "be still"? Because if you listen close enough, we will realize that we find our best rest as moms in those two words. I decide to close my eyes and silently pray for God to give this overwhelmed mama some peace for the night. And you know what? As I lay there, in the quiet stillness of that moment, I finally found that rest I had been searching for. 
Psalm 46:10a "Be still and know that I am God."