Tomorrow celebrates mothers. This past year I have been struggling as a mother. This morning as I write before anyone else wakes, I am humbled by the love and forgiveness my children have for me. I have made many mistakes. I have yelled. I have been selfish. They love me anyways. I think they believe me the best mama. Thank God for that.
You know what? I think it goes both way too. They drive me to edge of sanity. They fight and disobey. I love them anyways. I believe them the most creative and wonderful children I could ask for. Thank God for forgiveness.
We are a family. Families are crazy. At least, mine is. Families can hold grudges and self-serve. Family never seems to quit though. In the darkest times, family is what you lean on right? So, if families are so unstable, I suppose it’s no surprise that daily life can feel overwhelming. Talk about emotional ADD. In surveying these thoughts this morning, I’m drawn to the conclusion that at the end of it all, there is love.
We love each other. Despite all our failings, we truly love each other. We forgive because we love. We help each other and serve each other because of love. I’m in the process of being a more attentive, sacrificial mother. It’s not easy. It basically goes against every bit of my natural tendencies. An upward battle is still worth fighting.
Instead of desiring material things this mother’s day, I desire to be a fighter. I want to fight for my children. I want to fight for their souls, their future, their character, their hearts. By fight, fight against my own will and serve them. I certainly wouldn’t mind gifts, but what I want more than anything else are children who love Jesus and serve him in their lives.
That’s worth all the buggery noses, diaper changes, vomit clean-up, long talks, games of chess, monotonous days, resistance to authority, math word problems, laundry, mopping and smart-aleck remarks we mamas face.
The great thing about it, is that the Lord is our source of strength.
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy,
and with my song I praise him.
He also gave us each other the battle in the trenches with. Let’s seek Him. Let’s encourage a mom that’s struggling. Let’s be honest when we need encouragement.
Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God. Titus 2:4-5
Let’s go be better moms this year.
I don’t mean bake more cookies and sew more clothes. I mean let’s be kinder, gentler, more attentive mamas. I speak straight to myself when I say this.
Being “mama” matters so much. I want to honor the Lord in this role.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you mamas. If you’re not a mama, thank yours. It’s a very humbling and hard job. Maybe she failed you. Love her anyways.
Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. Colossians 3:13