I was recently presented with the idea that each ovary can produce a different emotion. I think this is an interesting theory and would have to say that some months I seem more angry and jealous, and others more sad and disheartened. So I have a theory…Perhaps I have an angry/jealous ovary, and a sad/disheartened ovary.

Needless to say, it’s been an interesting few days with this Mama’s sweet daughter having some intense emotions, and navigating the ups and downs of homeschooling. It ain’t easy, that’s for sure.

Ever since an early age, I’ve sensed my daughter is very linked to my cycle. It makes me a bit wary of what’s to come when her own cycle begins.

There’s been some intense moments in our days. I wouldn’t say intense days, as in the 24 hour span, the moments only last maybe 15-30 minutes… but those minutes have left me feeling so drained and wiped that it takes everything within me to muster up the strength to push through. And then I’m reminded that I shouldn’t have been doing this thing called motherhood and homeschooling and wifing on my own strength to begin with.

It’s these times of the month that force me to take a hard look in the mirror and not blame my sin on my time of month, but instead face it, recognize it, confess it, and ask for forgiveness.

It’s very similar to my current situation. Eight and a half weeks ago I broke my fibula and ankle. Seven weeks ago I had surgery. The atrophy that has occurred in my right leg and calf muscle as a result of not walking on it is extreme. 

The same occurs with my spiritual muscles. When I am inactive in prayer, being still before the Lord and seeking His voice, and reading His Word… I get weak. I think I can run, but I can’t.

I’m learning to walk again, literally. Currently I’m in a boot and it’s baby steps. I have to listen to my body and slow it down, still remember to ice and elevate, and not push it too hard. 

At the time of my monthly visitor, I’m reminded I need to have a heart check—and often. When my kiddos are struggling to regulate their emotions and I fall into the temptation of yelling or being unkind with my words… I’m in serious need of some physical therapy. The Holy Spirit is the Ultimate Physical Therapist, willing to help strengthen my muscles so I can run again. 

Psalms 94:18-19 says, “when I said, “my foot is slipping,” your love, O Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.”

Whether you’ve fallen playing soccer with your son, or fallen short in your everyday life, turn to Jesus, Mama! He’s there to support you with His love and bring joy to your soul!