Jesus Loves Mommy: Salvation In Spite of my Motherhood
I am a creature of sacrifice.
“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up!” I stayed behind to change a poopy diaper.
“I didn’t know you were coming. No, no, I am so glad you are here!” I gave away my dinner to a college-baby who popped in for the evening.
“Oh please, I don’t need new shoes!” And I hobbled through the next few months in shoes that needed to be replaced a year ago.
This is my life walk as a mother.
I love being a mother.
And my husband is a good father, he loves well and fearlessly. A few months ago, when our foster-love, who had been reunited with her birth family, came out for a visit Justin was ecstatic to see her. So overcome with joy he threw his truck into park and ran to see her.
He spent the evening mindful of her, doing the “old” routine we missed so much. The next morning, he went out to his truck and found all the spoiled groceries he’d forgotten in his frantic state to be with his baby girl. Also, what was once a 20-pound bag of ice.
Of all the emotions of parenting the cornerstone is love.
Love makes us do and say things that we normally might not.
In my current walk, which is dotted with grief and joy, I am more inclined to recognize the many characteristics of love. I fashion them as important. Sacrificial love, where others are more important than me is the name of the parenting game. Yet I have not credited God with this attribute. He is called Father. But in some random teaching, I turned the meaning of that “Father” into some grievous taskmaster.
Hateful, self-serving, and desperate to bring himself glory through my suffering.
Yet time and again the Word reminds me, this is rubbish.
Although my earthly father is most patient and loving and my husband is the same, I did not credit God with this level of adoration for me. Furthermore, I have been unable to recognize that as much as those that call me mother seek my help – He calls me daughter. And I pass my serving to my children thinking He sees them – like me. Last on the list, them before me.
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Yes, apart from me as believers, He cares about my wellbeing just as he does theirs.
In my ramblings, I have jumped from my prayer chair and left behind the things I need and wish to grow in, because of the overwhelming need for my children to be ok. Since the day I became a mother this is my focus, their wellbeing.
As a daughter, I welcome the opportunity to sit back down.
Here I am Jesus, and I am suffering or thankful.
Here I am Lord, apart from them, apart from their struggles and worries – their successes and their failures do you still love me?
And the whisper in my heart is, “I loved you first.”
My motherhood didn’t negate my daughterhood.
From the first time I was called mother, my identity was changed. So too from the first moment I said “YES” to Jesus Christ, my identity was changed to daughter.
Neither can be undone. However, one’s success as mother is often challenged by the achievements or failures of their children. Unlike the one who calls me His darling daughter, He who purchased for me eternal life, I am not judged.
I am perfected by the completed work of the Cross.
And the blood worked.
I am wholly occupied with them, these children consume my heart and head. But what sweet comfort and a welcome rest to know, He is wholly occupied with me… Unto His death.
Step into the banquet hall.
Inhabit the land.
Join in the dance!
Daughter, sister…..In Christ Jesus our Lord.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
Deuteronomy 28:8 (NIV) “The Lord will send a blessing on your barns and on everything you put your hand to. The Lord your God will bless you in the land he is giving you.”
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