I am so blessed and lemme tell you why. There was a time when I couldn’t imagine being married. Now, not only am I married, but I’m married to a Godly, praying man who not only recognizes when I need prayer, but follows through with it. I think all of us know how difficult that can be. So, I am happily spoiled in a way that I never thought I could or would appreciate. And I could almost write it off as being a not-so-blessed, but-more-of-a-typical happening, but as soon as I begin to take it for granted, I feel another hand. A smaller, 5-year-old hand gently touches my back. There are no words spoken because I know she is listening to her daddy pray. She not only hears the power that those words hold, but sees them as I miraculously (yes, I said miraculously) regain strength and energy into my body. Maybe to some it wouldn’t mean much. Maybe you picture Benny Hinn yelling and people dropping to the floor. I don’t know what you think about miracles. And I’ll be really honest, I don’t care. (Yup, said that too.) I know that I literally go from being too weary to walk or lift my head because my muscles give out to being able to continue on, whether that continuation leads to putting breakfast on the table (ok, it’s the coffee table—the kids eat in front of the TV sometimes. Ok, a lot. I’m letting it go.) or heading to work to do what I love. That’s real. That’s true. That’s what I choose to think on today. And that’s why I’m blessed beyond measure.
“MAHHH—AHM!!! My shovel won’t work!” I turn to see my daughter’s red face scrunched in a pout, as she struggles to wedge the tool, between some clods of dirt. The shovel albeit was a good foot and a half taller than she is. She had the right idea, but it surely wasn’t anywhere close to getting my plant in the ground. We had about ten plants (thanks to a generous friend) that had to get into soil that day or they would wither in the sun, wasting my beautiful gift! Now before you decide I insisted on child labor, this is not the case and anyone with a 3-year-old knows the true meaning of the old hymn, You are Never Alone.” This day was no different in that I had both kids, alternately riding tricycles, caring for sick doll babies, and helping mom.
Her exclamation got me to thinking how we have the right tools; God gave them to each of us. We each have a gift that “outweighs” the other blessings we have. And by that I mean, I may be able to sing, but that’s not my true calling. I may be able to dance, but I’m not going to audition for any shows anytime soon. Each of these tools are to be used for God’s glory. But there’s always one…the one that you dream of doing any chance you get or the one that you hope to do for a living or after you retire. If you turn that into what gives God praise, don’t ya know you’re set? You can throw away all those “Get the Happy Life You Want Now” books and really start living!
Step 1 of Sara’s Self-Help Blog Edition: We have to know our goal. Proverbs 16:3 says we are to “commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.” Huh? Is it really that simple? I believe it is. Commit that area to Him by asking Him to take control of your schedule. Ultimately, it is His schedule, after all, and His ideas are way better than ours.
Secondly, let’s figure out the gift or tool in our lives…what we’re really good at and what we’d cry about if we didn’t get to do it anymore. This can be anything from cooking to reading to writing to crocheting to walking dogs.
Then we follow the wise words of another Proverb (4:25) that tells us to “keep our eyes fixed straight ahead. Don’t look to the left and don’t look to the right.” (The Bible makes this sound so easy, eh? I type this with a hungry 3-year-old and an almost 2-year-old rubbing his eyes, tapping my arm, and trying out different variations and intonations of the word, “mom.”) We have to do our best to stay focused not only on the task at hand, but also on God’s big picture. God says in Isaiah 43:19 that He’s doing a new thing. I thank God for new things! There are so many days I wake up feeling like I need a change. Our God is in the business of changing things for the better. Each time we feel like we’ve forgotten how to use the gift God gave to us or why, we simply look to Him for help. We pray and ask for just what Isaiah 43:19 promises, a new thing. I’m not going to pretend I know what that would be in your case, especially if your gift is dog-walking, God bless you. He’s the One with the answers, we don’t have to have ‘em all. Sometimes God doesn’t want to hear what we know, He wants to hear that we know that He knows.
Finally, go for it! Make it yours by doing what you love, what He’s gifted you to do, and listen to Him for inspiration! Stay focused and enjoy this life that God blessed you with. There are many who didn’t get the chance to live out their gift like they wanted to, so don’t waste yours!
I can transform from SuperMom, making cartoon-shaped pancakes, into one I truly do not want to be like in any way whatsoever within a 3 minute time span. Why doesn’t it work vice versa? I never realized the roller coaster ride of being a mom would occur not only every day, but multiple times throughout that day. The top-o-the-peak, “Oh my goodness! What beautiful children we have been blessed with!” swooping down to the valley of, “I am going to put you outside, yes, without supervision, and leave you there. I am trying to stop myself from doing just that.”
Mommy needs prayer time. Instead of saying over and over to myself, “I’m gonna lose it…I’m gonna lose it…I’m really gonna lose it” and picturing myself on the 10 o’clock news, I choose prayer. This is not an easy task. There are so many times I catch myself not wanting help. How crazy is that? I know I need help. I even know the One Who can give the most and best help you could ever find. I shake my head as I still battle the “I can to this my way’s.” The cool thing is: God understands. He made me. (I’m sure He made you too, so I hope this is helpful.) He walks me through this process with unbelievable mercy.
This whole “dying-to-the-flesh” thing gets clearer to me everyday. I don’t think that’s something you get when you’re skipping off to Jell-O and juice at Vacation Bible School. In 1 Corinthians 15:31, Paul says, “I die daily.” As it turns out, this is a different process than feeling like you’re dying daily. There are days in this journey of motherhood I pray for Jesus to descend. It’s hard. But I have to remember there is wisdom to be gained (James 1:5) and prayers that are answered if we only take the time to ask (1 John 3:22). I’m gonna try my best today to change the audio playing over and over in my head in those not-so-SuperMom moments…like walking into the bathroom to find ½ a roll of shredded toilet paper scattered about and a close-to-full package of Pull-Ups in poopy toilet water…I did not pray in this moment for those of you wondering. I screamed (remember when we said we wouldn’t be that mom?), I threw the nearest object (which my daughter saw=more momguilt), and I sat on the edge of the tub (that thing really needs to be scrubbed) and cried (mess-up-your-mascara-and-don’t-care-cryin’). I’m just trying to keep it real. No amount of Martha Stewart’s peanut butter and jelly bars can make this situation a good one. Prayer. Next time=prayer.
I just found a spoon under my keyboard. A green, plastic spoon. Life as a mom is full of occurrences such as this one. Mason jar lids in the bathtub, floss picks in bed, and of course, the old standy-by, Legos on the floor (that turn into razors at nighttime, as the joke goes). I never thought my life would change quite so much when I was blessed with two small human beings to go on this journey with. I’ve never been quite so anxiously nervous, worriedly careful, spontaneously following a schedule and scheduling spontaneity, in my life. As it turns out, kids try your patience. Who knew? And why didn’t you tell me? Eh, I wouldn’t have listened.
Being a mom is an everyday roller coaster of emotions. “Ahhh, they’re finally sleeping. Dang it! They’re awake. Where do all these dishes come from? Yes! They love what I cooked! That DOES NOT go in the toilet!! NOTHING goes in the toilet! Welllllll….Nooooooo, don’t write on the TV! Ugh, will you pleeeeeeeeeeease listen to me? I mean it, it’s TIME for bed! NO, YOU CANNOT HAVE ANOTHER CUP OF WATER! Ahhh, they’re sleeping.” *Cue door slam or something heavy to hit the floor.
It’s every day and it’s every emotion it seems. God provides strength for each and every day and each and every emotion. If He did not, lemme tell you, I would not be here. He provides strength whether we specifically ask for it or not. I say this because I don’t always remember that what we ask for is ours. It is ours. Can it be this simple? Wisdom, strength, true happiness and joy are ours if we ask for it. Today, ask your Holy God, who also happens to be your Dad, for what you need. Whether it’s strength for your aching back as you attempt to rinse a little girl’s hair in the tub or freedom from the depression that keeps trying to pull you into the pits of hell, He’s there for you. He promised. Put Him to the test and He will not fail you. He can’t.