Fast forward a mere two years, when this cotton haired little bundle was placed in my arms, and no degree could prepare me for the transformation that was to come to my life. All the worldly philosophy about career and ambition simply faded and was quickly replaced with an overpowering instinct to love and to nurture.
What happened to June Cleaver? What happened to moms cooking dinner and picking up toys? What happened to children hitting baseballs in the yard and playing tag until dark? As a society, we've decided that we want more --bigger, better --more education, more electronics, more activities. And what we've collectively settled for is less. Less time at home, less time with family, less time for God. It has satan written all over it. You've convinced us, as you so cleverly did Eve, that we can't be content with all of the "fruit" that we have --we need just one more "tree" to be happy. Those outdated notions of wife and mother --they don't bring happiness. You've convinced us, in fact, that such menial positions degrade us. And we've fallen for it --and our children --and our society --are falling because of it.
As a woman, I want to hear the voice of God, to yield to His instruction, to stop falling for lies and deception. I also want, as Jesus did, to enjoy the ones I love. I have spent too much time feeling guilty for situations that I cannot change and too little time looking for God's grace in all things. Today, my baby girl is with my momma --who means so much to me. She gets to enjoy morning kisses, library school, and McDonald's lunches, and I get to enjoy evening hugs, bath times, and bedtime stories. Some days I am jealous, but most days, I am grateful. Grateful that God saw fit for her to retire before Emily starts kindergarten next year and early enough in her diagnosis of pulmonary hypertension that she can still push her on backyard swings and curl her hair with pink sponge rollers. Oh, we don't know the plan like He does --we don't know what's best. We can only seek Him and trust Him --and Praise Him -- whether we are at home with newborn babies, making the most of school day afternoons with little ones growing too big too fast, or getting ready to watch little cotton haired bundles make their way to high school in only a few short months. We can only pray that He help us in our mothering, that He fill our children with His spirit, that He be glorified by their lives --and by ours!
Funny things --uncanny thing --God things happen every day.
Today, after blogging, I read this on "My Utmost for His Highest":
We have no right to decide where we should be placed, or to have preconceived ideas as to what God is preparing us to do. God engineers everything; and wherever He places us, our one supreme goal should be to pour out our lives in wholehearted devotion to Him in that particular work. “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might . . .” (Ecclesiastes 9:10).