Spiritual Sundays: Unto the Least of These

Editor’s Note: The Power of Moms is a website for mothers of all religions (and for mothers who are not necessarily religious). Each Sunday, we post a spiritual essay, and we would love to gather a wide variety of perspectives and ideas.  Our goal is to be respectful of all beliefs while simultaneously offering opportunities to share meaningful, spiritual thoughts with one another.

With two young children eighteen months apart and a husband who is furiously preparing to apply to medical school, I feel like we have been treading water for the last year. Although I wouldn’t change anything about my life, these two things have been more all-consuming than anyone could have prepared me for. Several things have fallen by the wayside in the past few years; in particular, because I have chosen to put my family first, some dear friendships have faded somewhat because I am not capable of maintaining them at the level that I would like.

One night, the weight of my responsibilities suddenly came crashing down on me, and I broke down as I was doing the dishes—the hard, loud, ugly sobbing that almost makes you fall to your knees. I know we are supposed to learn something through life and its trials, but I was at a loss. I was confused why this time was so hard when I knew I was making the best choices for my family.

My sweet husband and little boy came in from playing outside and, upon seeing me sobbing in the kitchen, ran to my side to give me hugs. My son repeated over-and-over again, “Mommy, it’s okay. Mommy, it’s okay.” Seeing the love and adoration in his eyes, I knew he was right: it would be okay. I knew in that instant that all the sacrifices were worth it.

 Later I was thinking, What lesson can I learn from all of this? Then, I understood. A scripture from the New Testament came to my mind:

 35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

(KJV Matthew 25: 34-40)

As I read that scripture, I knew that although being home all day with few people to turn to for help or support can be monotonous at times, spending my time feeding, dressing, and keeping my children happy and healthy is the most important thing I can do. I am doing it, literally, to “the least of [my] brethren” and have therefore “done it unto” God. It is the most noble and wonderful work I will do in my life.

QUESTION: When have you sacrificed something for your family and realized it was the best thing you could have done?

CHALLENGE: Record what you have learned from your sacrifice so you can read it and remind yourself on a challenging day.


  1. fernmarusiak says

    I’ve definitely had similar moments of despair with my young ones at home and it’s always wonderful to turn to the scriptures for comfort. Thank you for this reminder.

  2. Priscilla says

    I never thought of that scripture verse for parenting! Love that. “Whatever you do for the least of these my brethren, you do for Me.” Whatever we do, we do unto the Lord. Thank you so much for this reminder.

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