There's a pace to early motherhood that the world doesn't understand. The 3 AM feedings that stretch into eternity. The afternoons that move like molasses. The endless repetition of feeding, changing, soothing, repeating.
For mothers with chronic illness, this slow pace isn't just circumstantial—it's necessary. And perhaps, it's sacred.
The Gift of Slowness
We live in a world obsessed with speed. Fast results. Quick fixes. Instant everything.
But babies don't operate on that timeline. Neither does healing. Neither does faith.
What if the slow pace of this season isn't a limitation, but an invitation?
Finding God in the Unhurried
*"Be still, and know that I am God."* — Psalm 46:10
God doesn't rush. He created the world in His own time. He works in seasons, not seconds. And He invites us into that same unhurried rhythm.
In the slow moments of motherhood, we have the opportunity to:
• Notice the weight of a sleeping baby on our chest
• Marvel at tiny fingers and perfect toes
• Whisper prayers over our children
• Rest in God's presence without striving
Practicing Sacred Slowness
Breathe intentionally. In the chaos of motherhood, pause to take three deep breaths. Let each exhale be a prayer.
Find beauty in repetition. The hundredth diaper change can be an act of worship. The tenth feeding can be a moment of connection.
Release the rush. You don't have to get anywhere today. Being here is enough.
Invite God into the mundane. He is present in the laundry pile, the midnight wake-ups, the endless dishes. Nothing is too small for His attention.
A Slow Season Prayer
Lord of all seasons, thank You for this slow time. Help me see it as a gift, not a burden. Open my eyes to Your presence in the ordinary moments. Teach me to be still, to be present, to be at peace. May this season shape me into the mother and woman You created me to be. Amen.
This slow season will not last forever. Someday you'll look back and realize that these unhurried days were some of the most sacred of your life. Let yourself be present for them.