Mama Always Said

Mama always said, There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity.
Life’s too short to sit in the shadows when God’s light is shining bright.
She’d lift my chin and tell me, Child, storms don’t last forever,
And even the longest night bows down to morning’s gentle light.

She taught me strength wrapped in tenderness,
Hope stitched into the hems of ordinary days.
“When the world feels heavy,” she’d whisper,
“Lift someone else—and watch how your own burdens rise away.”

She wasn’t one for complaining,
Not when faith was a door always left ajar.
She said every tear had a purpose,
And every scar held a story that could guide us like a star.

So now when trouble finds me,
And fear tries to settle in my bones,
I hear her voice—steady, certain—
Calling me back home.

Mama always said,
There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity.
And she was right—
For God fills every day with purpose,
And grace meets us
Right where strength begins. 

📖 Isaiah 41:10 (ESV)
“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.”

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop