Many of you can relate with similar scenarios of days that drive us to our knees, either physically or figuratively, to a greater realization of our need to be more like Jesus. If you don't understand because you either never had children or are still single, let me enlighten you on common moments in my home.
-Screaming, wailing and gnashing of teeth over having to do a sheet of 25 arithmetic problems, 5 days a week
-Seeing my favorite flowers out of my flower bed butchered and in the hand of a proud child who wants me to have them.
-discovering muddy footprints on the floor, cabinet doors, and countertop just after cleaning the entire kitchen from top to bottom
-vomit on a Sunday morning. Don't need to go into detail on that one.
-finding fecal matter on the carpet. Better yet, in the tub!
-hearing a child scream they can't find their shoes when we are running late. Or discovering two of the boys didn't comb their hair as we get into the van. Or noticing someone is wearing a pair of pants two sizes too small and never even realized it until we got to church.
-constant fighting over whose turn it is to pray, recite this week's Bible verse, or lead in the pledges to the flags.
|The chaos. And the nakedness. Sigh....|
-arguing and whining over chores. Every day.
-screaming at the top of their lungs while I am writhing in a headache.
These are just a few of the moments I've had when I can either choose to blow it and react like a heathen or choose sanctification.
I have made a list of 10 ways that my beautiful, gifted little blessings are pointing me to achieve holiness. With every day I spend with them comes a moment at least one of these reminders comes to light.
|At her very special, unforgettable big (happy?) birthday party.|
"The Lord is slow to anger and abundant in lovingkindness, forgiving iniquity and transgression." Numbers 14:18a
2: I am selfish. I want "me" time. I shush my kids away when reading a great article I see on Facebook. I never can pull myself out of bed before at least a couple boys have awoken, because I want a few more peaceful moments of rest before facing another day. Being a mother can tempt me to feel like a martyr (remember the house-arrest post I wrote a few months ago?) or remind me of a Savior who laid down His life for mine. "God presented Christ as a sacrifice of atonement, through the shedding of his blood- to be received by faith." Romans 3:25a
3: I am in need of help. Remember the song "I am a rock. I am an island?" That's all me, folks. I refuse help unless I am in absolute desperation. Got kids like mine? You'll find yourself in absolute desperation fairly often. Jesus came to save those who realize their need of Him, knowing they can't do it on their own. If I am to strive to be holy, I must realize I need Him, every hour. "The Lord is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one." Psalm 28:8
4: I am weak. I crave sleep, chocolate, and coffee, not necessarily in that order. I can't tote my 3 1/2 year old around on my hip, cook dinner, and talk on the phone at the same time (though I've attempted it for short periods of time). I get headaches and have days when I am literally dragging me feet from either emotional or physical exhaustion. I have limitations and can't carry the world on my shoulders. Realizing my weaknesses makes His strength more apparent in my life. "In the day I cried out you answered me, and made me bold with strength in my soul." Psalm 138:3
|I can't stand dirt, boogers, and other substances on the french doors. |
They get nasty every.single.day.
|She may look cute, but she was sitting in a puddle of urine when I took this.|
7: I don't have all the answers. No matter how educated I become, how many books I read or degrees I earn, I can't answer every question my children throw at me. It's humbling, since I've accomplished so much educationally in my past. This pushes me to the one who is omniscient. "Great is our Lord and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit." Psalm 147:5
|Mud. I HATE mud.|
9: I am proud. I expect my children to make me look good when we're in public. When they disgrace me and Kris by yelling out in church, biting another kid in the nursery, or throwing a tantrum in the hallway, it enrages me to no end. God desires brokenness in my life, not an attitude of wanting to be praised and admired for my wonderful parenting success. "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A broken and contrite heart, Oh God, you will not despise." Psalms 51:17
|Yes. Micah said he hated the cave trip. |
Only because he had to take a picture with his little brother.
The bottom line is we all need more sanctification. We can't stay satisfied with our present heart condition and spiritual maturity, but we must constantly push toward holiness. For me, four kids going on five is the toughest and most effective method God is using in my life to remind me of that.
Maybe for you it is a difficult job situation, a rocky marriage, or a relationship with your family that is constantly pushing you to become more like Jesus. For me, it's my kids. I can either be grateful or I can push these reminders away and sit in complacency.
Fellow moms, I hope this encourages you. I hope you can see through the aggravations, exhaustion, and errors, and notice what God is trying to use to make you more like Jesus. There is a high purpose in all the madness of mommy hood!