Mom died three weeks ago. I have hurried, organized, and pushed through in mothering, but it crashed around me today in my fatigue. And I realize again how I can’t do this on my own. Even with amazing family and friends. Only God gives breath.
Are you in a challenging season? Do you know someone who is?
But the Israelites would not listen. They were as stubborn as their ancestors who had refused to believe in the LORD their God. They rejected his decrees and the covenant he had made with their ancestors, and they despised all his warnings. They worshiped worthless idols, so they became worthless themselves. They followed the example of the nations around them, disobeying the LORD’s command not to imitate them.
My six-year-old son juggles to gain acceptance with the kids at school. He often asks, “Can I get an iPad like Charlie?” or “Can you get me Pokemon like Colten?” He also acts as a classroom clown, even if he disobeys the rules, so his friends laugh.
I think us moms fall into similar spiritual traps.
We sometimes follow other moms to figure out how to live, rather than follow Christ. We long to fit in with our neighbors rather than risk standing out—fitting in with the truths of God’s Word.
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It’s great looking to other moms who love Jesus for examples and creative inspiration, but let’s remember, we follow Jesus and not what others think makes a good mom.
My friend Martha inspires me to read more with my kids and has great suggestions on books that teach little ones about the Lord. Amy’s creativity expresses itself in after-school tea parties to connect with her kids and pray for them. Yet if I don’t do either of those, I’m no less of a godly mom.
Godly motherhood is simply following Jesus in the moments of mothering.
God, please help me desire to follow Jesus more than the culture around me, including other Christian moms. Thank you for their example, but help me be the mom You created me to be. I desire to live for you. In Jesus’ name, AMEN
How about you? What is one practical way you keep your focus on Jesus rather than on others? Please share! You can leave a comment by clicking here.
Sometimes motherhood feels like my own wilderness testing, Satan tempting me to do things my own way instead of following Christ. Temptations come in the form of kids fighting over a toy—baby crying to be fed—dishes piled on the counter—and clothes tossed on the bathroom floor. Man, I’m hungry. Oh, need to pack snacks for the kids.
I finally open the front door and hear, “I don’t want to go,” from a whining preschooler who sits down and refuses to stand. Rounds of correction and consequences—and the three hours I scheduled for arriving to church on time, now turns into 15 minutes late.
In moments like these the sinful toddler in me wants to pitch a fit.(more…)
Motherhood is culture making.
Sometimes the repetition of sock-folding, dish-scrubbing, diaper-changing, and grocery-shopping seems mundane. Yet when we realize that motherhood is part of the grand purpose of God for us to make something of this world, the mundane turns into an avenue of purpose-driven creation.
Gayle Westover is a homeschooling, hubby loving mama of 7 and expecting #8 in 2017. She’s grown in her relationship with Jesus for 20 years and married for 23. She finds daily satisfaction, and lots of messes, in the joys of raising her kids—and encourages mamas to soak up the moments because they flash by too quickly.
As I look at our nation today I think about the many battles our children will face that we can’t yet see. Wars. Changes in politics. Social injustices. Spiritual challenges beyond our imaginations. How can our hearts prepare their hearts for the future?
Angie Merrill is a mama of 3 fun kids, wife to Josh, writer, and friend to many. She writes about parenting and finding joy in the beauty of life on her blog.
Angie thought becoming pregnant would be a cinch. “I’m Latina—we’re typically very fertile,” she said with a chuckle as we chatted on the phone. I’ve known Angie for many years, but the struggle of her faith in her journey of motherhood remained hidden behind what looked like a beautiful contented life.
Nine weeks into her first pregnancy, on a road trip with her husband, Angie’s journey to motherhood took an unexpected detour—bleeding in a porta-potty at the Lambeau Stadium in Green Bay, WI.