There is nothing in life that brings greater blessings than motherhood. And if I’m being honest, sometimes nothing brings greater burdens. Holy burdens. Sanctifying burdens. But, burdens none the less.
Motherhood is both the greatest responsibility and the highest calling. As mothers, we are entrusted to raise little disciples. To teach them His ways, to model for them every day what being a Christian really means.
Outside of just going to church, outside of giving our time and talents to be used for His kingdom, outside of the busyness that so many churches are about now. That’s all fine and good. But our day to day lives? Our regular everyday moments? Those are the moments that preach the loudest.
When we are at home, our families see our true selves. Not the touched up filtered Instagram version of reality, but our down and dirty, nitty gritty selves. Behind closed doors, it is easier to lose tempers, to speak unkindly, to lose patience. Our families sometimes see us at our worst, with our hair down, the real us.
But when we are at home, we also make the biggest impact on our families in showing them what LOVE is. True, unconditional, in your face, even when you don’t deserve it love. We have the opportunity of bestowing grace even when it is undeserved. We have the privilege to show mercy even when it is not earned. Just like God does for us!
There are days I am tired of the monotony. There are moments I get so frustrated, I find myself yelling out “how many times do I have to tell you to —— already?!” Sometimes I find myself saying the same things over and over again, sure that my children will never get the point or learn the lesson I’m trying to teach them.
I wonder how many times God feels that way about me? How many times do I revert to my old sinful ways instead of obeying His commandments? How many times do I repeat bad habits instead of walking in the freedom He so graciously gives? I fail Him day after day! But He still shows me undeserved grace. He still gives me relentless mercy.
I would do well to remember this instead of losing my patience with my kids, or spewing words in anger instead of showering them in grace.
I can’t even tell you how many times I have failed at this! There are days I have reacted in frustration, instead of patience. There are days I have been slow to listen, quick to speak, and quick to anger. (Hubby is nodding his head at this, btw!)
I’ve realized that I am far worse than my children. They are young and are still learning to be obedient to their mommy. I am old enough to know better, and still I choose to disobey my Creator.
Some days I am a hot mess, but God loves me anyways. He chose me, knowing I would fail. He forgave me, knowing I would sin against Him. He clothed me in His righteousness, knowing I would break His commandments.
Oh, that I can do the same for my family! Choose love, even when my sinful self wants to be angry. Shower them with grace, even when they might not deserve it. Practice forgiveness, even when their choices break my little mama-heart.
The more we show our children the same love the Father has shown us, the more natural it will be for them to show that same love to others. The more we model walking in grace and forgiveness, the more our children will do the same.
As I have been shown mercy by the Father, so should I extend mercy to others. As we find ourselves frustrated by our children’s disobedience, rebellion, or (ahem!) selective hearing, let us remember that we have done far worse and God gave us His grace!
May we remember to take a deep breath; be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger; and give the same grace that has been shown to us.