Circumstances have played out today to bring me to a place of recognition of the deep need I have for the Lord to intervene. Apart from Him there is no resolution to the situation I face. He is the source of the wisdom I desperately seek and the strength I need to face the fear that threatens to overcome me. Once again, I recognize that mothering is not for the weak of heart! It is a calling that requires all that I am and one that each and every day I am grateful to have been called to. Yet, today, I stop to recognize and marvel that mothering is so much more than I ever anticipated, more rewarding than I ever hoped and more difficult than I ever imagined. Despite the confusion I feel today, despite the questions with no answers in sight, I rejoice for the opportunity to mother.
I read a quote recently that said, "Mothering is not the ultimate goal of being a mom, reflecting Christ to your children is." Wow, what a challenge! A challenge that I have hoped to be to my children, despite my failings, despite the flesh that battles against it. My heart is for them to see Christ in me, and to know that He is THE source of life. As much as possible, I have tried to live my faith out before them. I want them to catch me with my nose pressed to the pages of His Word, I want them to catch me dancing and praising Him, I want them to catch me prostrate in prayer, and I want them to catch me huddled in a corner crying and pouring my heart out to Him. I want them to observe that in all circumstances I turn to Him. Do they see? Have they comprehended? Those answers I may never have. It is a part of mothering that I continually entrust to the Lord and believe that He will take my offerings and work them for His glory. I may never fully know the impact I have had in my children's lives, both good and bad, but I press on in faith to the calling He has placed on my life.
Today, in the midst of confusion, the Lord has encouraged me through a reminder of something Caitlin wrote as part of her testimony. Two and half years ago, I lost a child in my second trimester. My prayer in that grief was Lord help me to walk this as honestly and as transparently as I can. As Robby and I told the children of our loss, my first instruction was that we would praise Him. When we found out that we were expecting, we praised Him and we would praise Him in the midst of this loss. Our circumstances had changed, but He had not. He was still worthy of all honor and praise! As I walked through those weeks of grief and loss, I was not aware of the impact it was having on my children. This is what Caitlin wrote months later:
"My mom lost a baby halfway through her pregnancy a year and a half ago. I was so upset and I questioned God about how He could do that. As I’ve seen how my mom has grown, it’s helped me to grow closer to the Lord, to cry for His help, and to seek Him more. I’ve been drawing closer to Him and desiring His love more and more."
Thank you, Lord, for this sweet reminder! You take our simple offerings and work in the lives around us. As we trust You and we choose to live for You, You move in amazing ways. And now, despite uncertainity and confusion, I can know that as I turn to You, there are these precious creatures who are watching. And they ARE watching and observing. My prayer is that Your Spirit will move in and through our lives and that we may know You more! And most of all, may You be glorified through it all!