I wanted to take a minute before the 8th ends (in Alaska, anyway) to boast in today’s weakness. Because isn’t that what I’m doing this month? Sometimes it’s failure, sometimes it’s just weakness, but in all of it, God’s grace is magnified.

I mentioned yesterday that we’d had a rough night with the littlest. Welp, last night wasn’t a lot better. She kind of decided she’d rather be awake and yelling than sleeping. From like 1 to 4 in the morning.

Whatever. It’s a phase, they all do this sometimes. We deal with it, try to guide them back toward something sane, and life goes on. Not a huge deal, in the grand scheme of things.

But this weekend? It’s kind of a big deal. I’m not 19 anymore. I used to pull all-nighters from time to time and it was fine. Now? A night under four hours turns me into a zombie. Back-to-back crappy nights? All I can do is the wide-eyed crazy laugh. (As I write this, I recall months and months of several pregnancies where four and five hour nights were the good ones. So glad that’s not now.)

Anyhow, that’s where I was.

But God, because he’s into giving grace when I’m weak, gave me a morning that my husband was able to come to church with me, rather than going in early. (To say this is unusual is kind of underselling it). And then this afternoon, he (Andrew, not God) took the big two shopping while the little two napped and told me I was to nap “at least an hour.”

It’s a tough gig, but sometimes a wife just has to go with what the husband says.

This is “small” weakness and “small” grace. A couple nights of sleep deprivation doesn’t really rate on the list of actual hardships that people face. At the same time, it was my weakness and my experience of grace today.

Sometimes it doesn’t have to be a big failure to leave room for God to move in your life. Sometimes it’s just a one-year-old with a (hopefully) brief aversion to sleep.

Where did He meet you today?

This post is part of a 31-day series called “Grace in Failure.” Other posts from the series can be found here.

31days of grace in failure 4-3

Published by robininalaska

Robin Chapman is a part-time writer, editor, and birth photographer and a full-time imperfect mama, wife, Jesus follower, and normalizer of failure. She’s trying hard to learn how to do this motherhood thing in a way that doesn’t land the whole family in intensive therapy. She has a heart for helping other mamas buried in the little years with hope, humor, and solidarity. You can find her hiding out in the bathroom with an iced dirty chai, writing and editing and making spreadsheets for KindredMom.com where she is a cheerleader for mamas, or online looking for grace in her mundane and weird life. She lives in Fairbanks, Alaska with her four delightful (crazy) kids—some homeschooled, some public schooled, some too young for school at all—and her ridiculously good looking husband, Andrew.

Join the Conversation


  1. I had a bad morning before church. My husband read out loud from the paper about some woman who saved enough money to buy a restaurant in town, and he sounded so admiring that I got down on myself for not being that woman. I didn’t really want to be near anyone at that point, but there I was in church, one of nine people squished into an eight-person row. And then I taught my Sunday School class of very noisy 4 and 5 year olds. By the time we were marching around the table learning a new song, I was having a good time:) So that’s where God met me on Sunday–in church.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: