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So at lunch today, sort of randomly Suza, 3, blurts out, "Mom, you're joking." I think she was just trying out a new phrase she must have heard someone say. Then Jamie,4, retorts with a superior air of experienced authority: "No Suza, Moms don't joke." Oh really? I did not know this. I must have missed it in Momhood 101. I cocked my head to one side, "They don't? Really?" 'No" he affirmed with wide-eyed seriousness. "Moms don't joke." Uh-oh. I guess I need to lighten up, eh? It cracked me up. I loved that sweeping generalization. Ok--big inhale, so, how's your week going everybody? Mine's hard work. Now I'm not being negative at all here. But I want to be honest, because I've heard all sorts of people comment recently with some degree of wonderment that I seem to appear to be mothering this little brood of a half-dozen youngsters effortlessly. This season of motherhood is of eternal worth though. We moms must not lose heart as we pour ourselves out in our sacrifice of service! I think Scripture has trained my mind to cling to the peace that passes understanding. Titus 2:11 says, "For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men. It teaches us to say "No" to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age..." There is a peace that comes from submitting to the needs and tasks of home-life. It can preside even when in the midst of a hectic and full day. I feel it when I coo into the face of my sweet 4 month old baby and watch those beaming baby grins. I pass it on when stoop to gaze into the eyes of a busy pretending 3 year old and bring her on my lap or up on my bed for a few moments of singing the ABC's. I seek to spread it by squeezing my 11 year old's hand as we drive in the car to football practice. Ironically it really doesn't relate to how many children are under my domain. It's a product of trusting in Him and obeying his call on my life right now. I do have to battle negative thoughts...more often than I'd like to admit. Particularly at the end of the day...around six o'clock when I tend to be tired, my thoughts can become skewed. But rest is important...and remaining in the Word. These are my secret weapons. Satan revels in our discouragement that robs our joy...from comparisons, busy-ness, inaccurate thoughts. I have battled resentment at times when I feel I've been robbed of "my" time in a given day or week. And yet, recently the Lord has revealed to me this thunderbolt of wisdom, "Hey! You need to expect this to be hard work. It is!" I am praying that God continues to bring my heart to embrace it with joy, that he'll help me die to "self." I pray that you and I both, my cherished mom-friends, will continue setting an example for others with lives that radiate joy and contentment with God's call on our lives to serve our families. |
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Or that I'm making it look easy. (What a pair of earrings, a little lipstick and a smile will do!) While I am very gratified that I don't appear to be the poster child for Mother Goose's frazzled "old woman who lived in a shoe...with so many children she didn't know what to do" I'm here to confess. I like the dad in the original Cheaper by the Dozen movie who when the paperboy asked him, "Gee, mister, are these all your kids?" said in a booming voice, "YES, and believe me, it's NOOOOO picnic!!" It really is hard work. But it is so sweet and good. And I am happy and thankful for each unique precious soul that God has entrusted to my care for this small season of life. (some days it feels like forever, but it's not.) I remind myself often that these will probably be the times that I look back upon in later years as the best times of our lives. I often do feel overwhelmed. The organization required, the patience required, the teaching and training required, the stamina...it is all more than I have.