LivingJamie

Some nights, after the long bedtime gauntlet — bath time bubbles, one more sip of water, three rounds of “Jesus Loves Me,” and a diaper change at the exact moment I thought I was done — I finally sink into bed. The house is still, the dishes are still waiting, and so is the laundry… but for those 30 quiet minutes, I forget about it all.That’s my time. I crack open my Bible, and for once, no one interrupts. Afterward, I let the soft voice of a Bible audio app lull me to sleep — usually somewhere in Psalms or the Gospels — and it fills my heart in a way nothing else does.

There’s something about falling asleep wrapped in God’s Word that feels like a weighted blanket for the soul. Sleeping in Scripture gives me the strength to wake up and do it all again — even when “doing it all again” looks like fighting a 5-year-old over handwriting practice while the 3-year-old tries to break into the fridge (right after I said no), and the 4-month-old insists I stand up… all day 🫠.

And in the middle of that glorious chaos, the words of Psalm 25 came back to me: “To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul. O my God, in you I trust; let me not be put to shame…” (Psalm 25:1-2)

Because honestly? That morning, my soul felt heavy. I was frustrated, stretched thin, and kind of wondering how I was supposed to be a gentle guide when I just wanted to cry into my lukewarm coffee. But Psalm 25 reminded me that I can lift my soul — in the kitchen, in the car, in the chaos. In the quiet moments, yes, but also in the messy ones where I’m trying to peel a banana one-handed while repeating, “We don’t lick the wall,” for the fifth time.

What tugged at me most was this:“Make me to know your ways, O Lord; teach me your paths. Lead me in your truth and teach me…” (Psalm 25:4-5)It’s such a tender ask — not shouted from a mountaintop, but whispered by someone who knows they don’t have it all figured out. (Hi, yes, that’s me 🙋‍♀️).

It’s the prayer of a tired mama who’s just trying to honor God in the day-to-day, in the dish-doing and sibling refereeing and “why is there a blueberry in my shoe?” moments.This Psalm doesn’t offer quick fixes. It doesn’t pretend life is easy when you’re walking in faith. But it does promise that God leads the humble.

And lately? Humble looks like a sleep-deprived woman trying to balance a baby on her hip while repeating the letter “B” until someone cries (usually me).“He leads the humble in what is right and teaches the humble his way.” (v.9)That verse is a gentle reminder: I don’t have to have all the answers for my kids.

I just need to stay teachable — open to His ways, even if that means letting go of my perfectly planned homeschool block because one kid needs a heart check and the other one needs a snack (again). Psalm 25 ends with hope, and maybe that’s why it speaks so deeply: “Redeem Israel, O God, out of all his troubles.” (v.22) It’s not just a psalm for peaceful devotion times.

It’s a psalm for right now — for the trenches, for the tired hearts, for the moms who feel like they’re barely holding it together. It’s a promise that God sees it all — and He’s still redeeming.

🌿 Let’s Reflect Together:


Which verse from Psalm 25 spoke to your mama heart today?


Where do you need God to lead you — gently and patiently — this week?


What’s one thing you can let go of today, just to make room for grace?


Let’s lift our souls together, even if the floors are sticky and the baby’s teething. You’re not alone in the mess. And you are doing holy work — one ordinary, grace-filled moment at a time. 💛

Walk with Jesus. Beside Him, behind Him, never in front of Him.