A gentle whisper from the LORD...

"Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper." 1 Kings 19:11-12

Sunday, May 12, 2013

True Motherhood...Not a Facebook Description

It’s a new day and, of course, time to get updated on all the overnight news and happenings.  So I grab my phone, tap on the Facebook app and read. 
                “Being a mom is the most wonderful job in the world!”
                “I love cuddling with my children in their pajamas, watching a movie.”
                “Motherhood makes my life so joyful.”
On and on it goes…and I feel nothing short of just plain guilty.  Many mornings, I hear my children’s footsteps across the cool morning floors and sigh, thinking to myself, “I’m not ready to begin this day.”  Or I sit with them at mealtime and feel overwhelmed with my career of food police, “Chew with your mouth closed.  Stay in your seat.”  The house is in shambles, the laundry makes me think of Mt. Rainier and, if I have to plan out another meal that no one will eat, I might just quite serving food!  All day long it’s don’t do this or stop doing that.  Blah blah blah!
                Today is Mother’s Day and I’m sitting in my over sized, blond chair waiting to hear from the Lord.  The opened windows play a beautiful recording of God’s nature.  Those children I so often don’t appreciate like I should, are sleeping soundly and the house is blaring in silence.  And the Lord has reminded me that never once did he leave me.  Motherhood is a beautiful calling and I am ever so grateful for what God has given me. 
It’s not easy; in fact, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.  But I conquer forward, knowing God is with me.  He always has been.  He was with me through morning sickness and c-sections, miscarriages and uncomfortable pregnancies, late nights and early mornings.  He has always been with me even on the days I just wanted to run out of the house and not stop til I reached a warm beach somewhere far and secluded.  He never left my side on those days when it took every part of my being to not scream at the top of my lungs…and even on those days I did scream.  He was at my side in the moments when I saw the children smile and giggle or when they randomly gave me a hug or a precious note was waiting for me at my pillow.  He was always with me…and always will be...in good and bad, easy and hard, tearful and laughter, sickness or health...and forever more!
Never Once