Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good; His love endures forever. Psalm 107:1
It’s 12:01 AM, Friday now. I missed it. Another day with more things on the list than time on my hands.
It’s the recurring theme these days, actually. I can’t seem to get it all done. And I don’t want to be a whiney-baby about it. I feel like that’s what I’ve been doing lately. I’ve shared lately that it’s been a struggle. My house quiet now, with the aroma of chocolate pumpkin cake wafting into my living room, where I sit wrapped in a blanket, I can think. I can hear my heart’s cry.
For weeks, I’ve been quiet here. I’ve had things to say, but struggled with finding the time to write them. Babies have needed me to nurse them, or pour them a drink, or change their diaper. They’ve needed naps, and ON ME! Little boys have needed to be read to. They’ve needed help making a pumpkin out of construction paper and pipe cleaners, help with drawing their pumpkin, carving their pumpkin, and putting the pumpkin seeds into the oven. Bigger boys have needed help with math, needed new hoodies, new, wheat-free foods, and help with hyperbole and onomatopoeias. Did I mention they all still like to eat meals and that (some of them) like to wear clothes? Oh, and please do not forget about Chaos Hour, okay? Chaos Hour always makes me feel SUPER sorry for myself.
If you’re getting mixed feelings for where this post is going, you should be. Because the message is the same you’ve heard here before: Motherhood is hard. But it’s the most important job in the world.
It seems to be something I lose perspective on quite quickly. I’ve said it before, but it’s worth repeating. Perspective is key. Perspective changes everything! And why? Because it shapes your focus. And when I’m feeling sorry for myself because I don’t sleep through the night, and like I can’t get anything else done for nursing, cooking, cleaning, and schoolwork, then….it’s suddenly all. about. me.
Do you see how fast you realized that was backward?
I have SO very much to share here. There are days I doubt whether I should be trying to blog because I’ve been so blessed with so many wonderful people to take care of, and I am so thankful for them. And I do believe that God has carved out this tiny little niche in the blogosphere for me to share my heart BUT, all in His timing.
Speaking of timely, I have seen a few blogs lately posting much of the same sentiments of my own heart – to be a good wife and mom first, and THEN other things including blogging as they fit into God’s plan. For right now, I choose to reset my perspective (again), to realize with full responsibility the enormity of shaping the lives that I’ve been entrusted with.
…it’s important to know that this shaping of lives only happens in the context of the physical layer. People become who they are, not at a yearly conference or at designated moments of spiritual focus, but in the common days, conforming to the influence most surrounding them. It is what happens in the ebb and flow of daily living that matters. Mothers, when you are going about your physical work, you are also shaping people. Don’t forget it.
Are you a mom, struggling with keeping it all in perspective, like I do sometimes? What if we saw every small task that we perform throughout our day as an act of love? What if we changed our perspective to that of “doing as unto the Lord”? Isn’t THAT what matters most?
In the life of a mother, this translates to every diaper we do not want to change, every dish we wish we didn’t have to wash, every occasion to discipline with a loving smile and tender (but strict and consistent) mercy rather than the “Mommy is mad” voice that has been know to come out of my mouth. We must do them all with joy and abandonment to him, believing in the reality that we can love God by loving others even in such small, insignificant, and even rather dirty and stinky ways.
I should sleep, because I am a better mom if I do, but I wanted to share this on Thankful Thursday, and something every week, at least for the month of November.
Today, I am thankful for what matters most. In spite of all the “stuff” of life, I am blessed beyond measure and it is a privilege to get to raise these boys into men….and FOR Him.
What are YOU thankful for?