Lexi Shipp: Lexi Shipp is a passionate writer, speaker, and Bible teacher. She is an author, childhood cancer survivor, and spent 5 ½ years on staff at a Crisis Pregnancy Center. With a degree in Religion specified in Christian Ministry, Lexi is currently serving alongside her husband doing Girls Ministry at London Bridge Baptist Church in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Working with middle and high school girls for years, she has a heart for connecting all generations of women and championing the next generation for the cause of Christ. Lexi serves as the Blog Team Lead for the SBC of Virginia’s Women’s Ministry Blog and on the SBCV Women’s Ministry Strategy Team. To read more of Lexi’s writings or to book her as a speaker, visit 
At a point in the afternoon where we were closer to dinner time than lunch, I had laid my son down with the deepest hope that he would fall asleep (and stay asleep) for the first time since he woke up that morning. His only nap earlier that day hadn’t been long or of much quality, making it nothing to speak of. As any mom can relate to, I laid him down, he was fine for a few moments, and then came the crying. Not just light whimpers, but full-blown why-have-I-been-left-alone-and-am-not-being-held-right-now cries. The internal battle began…do I pick him up so he knows I’m here and he’s safe, or do I beckon the tempting calls of those who let them “cry it out?” I knew what I had been told on either side of that debate and the conviction I had held up until that point, but what I really knew was that I just needed him to sleep. Following my instinct, I picked him up, held him close to my chest, and cradled his little head in my hand. With tears in my eyes, I whispered to him, “It’s okay. It’s just a hard day, we’ll make it through this.” That’s the thing about motherhood that no other experience in life can mimic – you are the most drained you’ll ever be, yet, you wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.
Immediately, once my son realized that he was now being held by his mom, he physically took in the deepest sigh of relief. I knew that I had done the right thing. He needed me – no one else, just me. Similar to our desperate need for our heavenly Father, the only One who can provide the deepest level of comfort for our worn and weary hearts. As I swayed back and forth in the rocking chair, I thought, “Sometimes, I need to whisper to myself, ‘It’s okay. It’s just a hard day, we’ll make it through this.’” Instead of being swallowed up in guilt or consumed with anxious thoughts, I can trust that God is whispering to me, “fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” (Is. 41:10) I know He is saying this to me at all times because He declares it in His Word, and His promises never fail. Regardless of how I am feeling, this promise rings true. In moments where we are struggling, we can whisper a silent prayer, “Lord, help me.” His Word also says that He knows what we need before we ask. (Matt. 6:8) What peace we can rest in knowing that He is upholding not only us, but our circumstances. When we feel helpless, there is nothing that sits outside of God’s control. He has all the power and all the authority, and He is for us.
