I’m walking behind my children through Rock City. “Mommy, Mommy - Did you see this? Take a picture of this!” To one of their siblings I hear them saying ‘Come over here and see this – no, see that!” And there’s my husband. His days at work have been long, hours away from our home – seem to last forever lately. But, here he is – with us. He is running with them, laughing, giggling, excited over the beauty and our family is spending the day learning and growing.
For now, I’m away from the cooking, cleaning, teaching, laundry and the rest of the list that usually looms every.single.day.
It’s one of those perfect moments.
As we walk a little voice reminds me of the past. It reminds me of the many times I fall short when the laughter isn’t ringing, but the voices are raising and tears are flowing. One child hurts the heart of another. Neither is right – both are wrong.
It’s those moments when this Mama’s heart is stretched beyond anything I can do on my own. I love them all. I don’t want any of them to be hurt. And me, I’m exhausted. How do I handle these moments when my body is poured out over the stove, the lessons, planning, packing, baking, cooking, ironing…
and oh, yes – the hugging and kissing.
There, in those moments, I find what it means to pick up the cross of a mother and follow the one who wants to lead me. He has promised me that His yoke is light and there are days when I think – ‘No, it’s far to difficult for me to carry.’
and so, I wait. I sit. Sometimes I cry. And then that little voice reminds me to pray. Pray and ask. Pray and let go. Pray and seek the one who wants to truly show me the way to be the Mother He created me to be.
And there, in that moment, I find it. I find His joy through understanding, there is no greater beauty in this world than to stand back up, and let Him carry me through the myriad of being a Mother. A Mother! Yes, I am a Mother, I prayed long and hard for these babes and I promised I would raise them up for the Lord.
First, I had to have my own help – guides, mentors and friends to lovingly show me the way to Him.
And there- I find the joy that almost tastes bittersweet as I remember that this life is not about me. It’s all about him.
So, I pick up the child crying, hold him/her close in my arms and pray. I pray down the heavens and I pick up the book to see what He has to say about the hearts that are hurt and the ones needing some help not to hurt others, but to love long and deep.
You can do this, sweet Mom! You can follow Him, as you walk these days of motherhood. These days where television promises happiness with one more coffee, more dresses, a delicate decoration on the top of the fireplace mantle….but those promises fall so short. Those one more things never lead to a perfect house or perfect children, let alone a perfect mother – striving for perfection – while living an imperfect life.
This is a journey, sweet Mom! We can do this. Together, we can grow and learn how to disciple these babes that He has loaned us….
Going and making Disciples of all nations begins right in our homes. It’s the most important thing (next to being a wife) we can do!
Are you growing disciples?