I'm tempted to whine and complain. I want to tell someone that my "to do" list was never even touched. I want someone to notice that I've given all day long and never received anything in return.
Today was one of those days. We've gone through three kids with stomach flu a week ago and now we're on to the next bug. Oh the joys of family life during flu season.
Right before I sat down to eat supper, I began reflecting upon my day. It seems I accomplished nothing. Zero. Nada. Today the baby could not be put down. Literally. She was feeling so miserable that to not be held at every given moment would awaken her inner screaming demon.
I'm tempted to whine and complain. I want to tell someone that my "to do" list was never even touched. I want someone to notice that I've given all day long and never received anything in return. I was suffering a full blown case of PLOMS (Poor Little Ol Me Syndrome). It tends to hit me on days like today. This role of mom has consumed 100% of my day today.
What is at the heart of my discontent on days like today? With what am I actually struggling? Am I dealing with the same lie of the enemy that was given to Eve so long ago in the garden.....that I must be missing out on something? That maybe other women have it better than me. Maybe other women got dressed today instead of wiping snot off of the shoulder of their hoodie all day.
As He always does, the Lord came to me in a quiet whisper and reminded me of this verse.... "But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me." 2 Cor. 12:9
What if, instead of complaining or lamenting all that I missed out on today, I boasted in the fact that through Christ I was able to maintain the stamina to care for a sick child? What if I thought about how my lack of power was made perfect today through my weakness? You see, that's what I am; weak. What if God wants to use my weaknesses to glorify Himself somehow?
What I do know is that even on the worst of mothering days He's there. I know that He's in control. I know that He's called me to the role of mom. No matter how great the ministry is I have outside my home, none will ever be greater than the one in my home. None will impact people more directly. I've been called to be a mom by the One who doesn't make mistakes.
I've been called to clean toilets, purchase groceries, do laundry, and wipe snotty noses all while holding down another job. I've have the privilege of dealing with pre-teen girl drama and flu bugs passed around. But more than that, my calling as a mom allows me to mold and shape young hearts. It allows me to serve the smallest in the Kingdom of God. It gives me a front row seat to seeing child like faith in action day after day. It reminds me that God is the designer of families, and my calling as mom is from Him and is, indeed, divine....even on days like today.
Moms, take heart. This calling of motherhood is yours. It does involve serving on days we feel like we must be missing out. It does mean putting the needs of others before our own most times, and it does mean that sometimes just knowing that I'm living the life He wanted me to is enough.
"The place of a mother is so vital. Get it right and we have great hopes. Get it wrong and we have great fears." -Alistair Begg
How about you? Do you ever feel as though you're missing out on something on your worst mothering days? How do you see your calling as mom?