il_570xN.447507895_do38I just wanted to post a few follow-up thoughts to my blogpost, “Messy Faith” that I posted last week.

As I thought about it more, I think it would have been better to title it, “Faithful In a Little” or “Faithfulness, Not Perfection” just because it more clearly sums up what I was trying to convey in my post.

Jesus says in Luke 16:10, “He who is faithful in a very little thing is faithful in much, and one who is dishonest in a little thing is dishonest in much.”

How we handle the little things in life often reveals the true character of our hearts. As we grow in our intimacy with God and dependance upon Him, we will grow in our faithfulness in both the big areas of life and the smallest details.

Also, I just wanted to reiterate that I do think the DIY and Pinterest culture is a neat thing!  I love when I have an idea and I’m able to look it up online and gain further inspiration.  It seems that there has been a return to domesticity among women through the sharing and collecting of ideas on the Internet. It’s a great way to encourage one another to not only be caretakers of our home, but seek to make it beautiful.

It’s interesting to focus in on the details of the creation of man and woman in Genesis 2. While Adam was formed out of dirt and later placed by God in the garden, Eve’s creation was different. She was created from Adam in an already flourishing garden of perfection (Genesis 2:7-8, 15, 21-22).

It’s as if from our very beginning, we were wired for beauty.

I do believe that cultivating a desire to make things beautiful and “from scratch” and “homey” is a very good thing. It’s a way that we express love to our family and those around us. It’s part of who we are.

But our temptation, and I think this is especially true for us as younger women, is to get caught up in those things. Instead of being like Mary who sat at the feet of Jesus, we are often like Martha, running around frantically trying to make everything just right.

It would probably do us good to replace Martha’s name with ours when Jesus rebuked her, “__________, __________, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her (Luke 10:41).”

I love how John MacArthur explains these verses: “Martha was evidently fussing about with details that were unnecessarily elaborate. “

The point that I understand from this passage is not that we should quit doing housework or hosting dinners in our home. What Jesus draws into the light is that while Martha was scurrying around and stressed out, Mary had an attitude of worship and meditation. Her heart was open to Jesus’ words and His teaching.  She was focused on Christ, not the extra “unnecessarily elaborate” details.

This truth hit home for me a couple years ago when I was making meals for people (those who had just had a baby or were sick, etc) in our church.  I had a desire to make the most amazing “from scratch” meals. I would devote hours into making a meal. I told myself that I was doing it for them. But after I would deliver a meal, I would be absolutely exhausted. I started dreading the thought of serving others in this way. One time, my mom came over in one such flurry of “godly” productivity and said, “You know, GraceAnna, the meal doesn’t have to be so elaborate.”

And that’s when it hit me. I wasn’t doing all this for them. I was doing it for me. I was placing a standard of “perfection” on myself that was not required. I wasn’t worshipping Christ, I was worshipping little miss meal maker.

Now, there are women who can make an elaborate meal in the busyness of life and worship Christ fully while doing it. But God showed me that in my season of life with very small children, it was not good for me or my family.

I wasn’t striving for faithfulness, I was striving for perfection.

I still make meals for people. But I have one or two simple but still delicious meals that I make and I find great joy in doing it. I recently made a meal for a family and they wanted the recipe for the “amazing” chocolate chip cookies I delivered.

It was a simple answer: “break n bake.”

Whether married, unmarried, kids or no kids, we are bombarded with messages that tell us that we need to buy and create more things in order to be satisfied. But that’s not what Jesus says, “One thing is necessary.”

What’s the one thing? A heart that worships Jesus.

As young women, in all that we do and create, may we worship Him.  May our lives and homes be a reflection of the love we have for Christ so that others, especially our husband and children feel that love. They know that all the little things we do (whether made from scratch or not)  is out of a heart that longs for the one thing.

And when our best attempts fail, and we realize we have been trying to live by our Pinterest page rather than the truth of God’s Word, we let go of the unnecessarily elaborate details, and remind ourselves what the Maker of all good things says: “One thing is necessary.”

Messy Faith

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I was trying desperately to get out the door. The clean dishes were unloaded from the dishwasher and replaced by the sticky ones from breakfast. Oatmeal that was vehemently clinging to the carpet had been scrubbed clean. I wiped cheerios and spilled milk off a high chair tray and dashed to the bathroom to apply two minutes worth of make-up and throw my hair in a ponytail.

I picked up two little people one by one, wiped down their sticky hands and faces, changed their diapers, and put on their outfits. While searching frantically for a matching pair of shoes, as if on cue, breakfast hit their tiny tummies. I undressed them, changed their diapers, and redressed them. The lost shoe was found in a toy bin. As I packed the diaper bag, I turned to find my oldest curiously digging through a bag of trash. I moved the trash, took her hand, and started loading both of the girls in the car.

I went around to one car seat, click, click, click. And then around to the other, click, click, click. I went back inside, grabbed my purse, and took a final look around the apartment. As hard as I had tried to leave everything clean, it was still messy.

With the apartment now locked up, I got in the car and immediately a voice in the backseat cried for “lovey” which was most certainly left inside.

I looked at the time. Fifteen minutes late.

I glanced at the two sweet faces in the back seat, one who was crying. Should I even try to go where I was headed? Maybe I should just go back inside. It would be naptime before long.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the headrest. Why couldn’t I get it together? 

I spent the next few minutes of that morning beating myself up for not being an always on-time and organized kind of mom. Essentially, I was asking myself, why am I not perfect?

I’ve had many mornings like the one I described above and I am sure I will have many more in my future as long as I am alive and breathing.

Even though these kinds of mornings aren’t my favorite, I am learning to embrace them because they are a regular reminder that I am, indeed, far from a “perfect” mother.

What is a perfect mother any way?

As I grow in my understanding of what it means to raise little ones, I have been freed by a simple truth that I heard while taking a counseling class for seminary wives last semester: “God has not called you to be perfect, God has called you to be faithful.” 

In our DIY and Pinterest-perfect culture, sometimes it’s easy to start comparing ourselves or wondering how all those women out there in the blogosphere do all the things they do so beautifully. While these things (whatever it may be: fashion, crafting, home-decorating, etc)  have their place, as soon as we start making them our primary focus, we can get lost very quickly. After all, people only post their best anyway.

As women, we are often hard on ourselves for things that we shouldn’t be: Why can’t I be as crafty as her? Why can’t I decorate my home like she does? I wish I were musically talented like that. If only I could get up as early as she does. How does she keep in such great shape?

But we are soft on areas where we should be tough. We say we are “stressed” or “frazzled” instead of confessing anger or self focus before the Lord. We are lazy and do not work hard to keep our house clean and say, “That’s just not my thing” or “I just didn’t have time,” even though we made time for watching TV or browsing the Internet. We snap at our husbands and then make excuses, “Well, I had a long day.” Or “You have no idea what my day was like.” We gossip and say, “I just needed to vent.”

And the list goes on.

At the end of the day, as hard as it may be to imagine, God doesn’t look at your vacuumed floors or your color coded closet (if someone out there has one of those), he looks at your heart (1 Samuel 16:7).

Were you faithful with the time you had? Were you faithful to confess sin? Love your husband? Love your children?

God doesn’t call you to be perfect, but He does call you to be faithful. He calls you to call sin, sin, and to love Him with all your heart, soul, and strength and love others as yourself (Matthew 22:37-39).

And while you will never do these things perfectly, you have a faithful God who will grow you as you try.

When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.

When things aren’t the way you want them to be young mother, run to the Faithful One, and find your perfect acceptance in Him.

A Place to Stand: When Life Gets Wobbly

IMG_1522“Help, Momma, help!” I heard a little voice calling me in desperation from the kitchen. I quickly dropped the laundry I was folding and ran to see what perilous situation my two year old had gotten into. Much to my surprise, she appeared to be in no danger at all. She was standing on a very small step stool leaning against the countertop. “What’s wrong, AudreyKate?” I asked. “Help!” she said again, her little voice filled with fear. And then I saw it. The stool wobbled ever so slightly. One of the legs was marginally shorter than the others; causing a miniscule tilt and making her feel unstable. Before I could say anything to AudreyKate, her little voice repeated words that were about to come out of my mouth, “It’s okay, momma gots you.”

I went back to my laundry pile and thought about her “desperate” situation. She wasn’t really in imminent danger, and yet she felt like she was. In that moment, she needed me. I was her stability. Not only my presence, but also the words I’d spoken to her in the past.

I couldn’t help but apply it to my own life. There are times when I am just like that, wobbling for some little reason and in need of stability. Sometimes the fear and emotions are legitimate, other times, they are negative and sinful patterns of thought.

As women, we are often tempted to be driven by our emotions. We can “feel” so many things. Our language is often littered with “I feel, I felt, I was feeling.” But in times where we are “feeling” a lot, the last thing we need to do is try and steady ourselves with more feelings. That will only lead us into greater despair. In moments of instability (whether caused by circumstances out of our control or our own sinfulness), we need something firm to stand on. We need solid truth.

We need Someone to steady us.

This doesn’t come by just muttering a small prayer, though God can certainly use that. Real change comes from the very words of God. That is how He steadies us and transforms our hearts to rely on Him.

When we feel overwhelmed, we need to open up our Bible to Proverbs 16:9 or Psalm 28:7, where God tells us that He is the one who gives wisdom to make wise decisions and promises to help us in our time of need. When we are tempted to worry, we will find comfort in 1 Peter 5:7, where we are commanded to trust Him. When we feel afraid, we must recall that God is with us and can and will help us as He says Psalm 145:18. When we are grieving, Philippians 4:6-7 and Isaiah 63:9 tell us that God is the comforter and will give us peace as we set our minds on Him and His Word.

When our world is tottering, we need more than an inspirational quote or a watered down paraphrase of a Bible verse. We need something and Someone much stronger than that. We need to go to the source. The solid Rock. And when we meditate and memorize the words of truth, and sometimes even say it aloud, we will be steadied. We will be led to confess our sin. We will find footing during trial. And our roots will grow deep, so that even the strong winds cannot make us wobbly. For “they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint (Is. 40:31).”

Worth Your Singleness

ImageGrant wrote an article on singleness today at CBMW. It’s funny, neither of us write that often, but we happened to both write something the same week!

Grant’s piece made me think of some of my dear friends who are single but long to be married. Even though it’s hard, they are committed to living every day to the glory of God.

If you are a single man (or woman) I think this post will encourage your heart greatly.

Worth Your Singleness

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” – Galatians 6:9

The Pain is Worth It

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Today I shared over at CBMW about both the pain and the joy that come with motherhood. If you read this blog, you will probably recognize it, it’s a modified version of something I wrote last year.

My post is part of a series on childbirth that is beginning on the women’s channel of CBMW, so I would encourage you to read the upcoming posts. I’m sure you will be greatly encouraged!

The Needle and the Joy

Growing in Grace

photoGrant walked in the door from a long day of work.  I was so happy to see him, but somehow, between his first steps in the door and dinnertime, I began to express frustration towards him. It had something to do with a pile of laundry and a pair of dirty cowboy boots.

Within minutes, I realized my mistake. How could I have so quickly torn my husband down with my words? I know better! I know God has called me to be my husband’s encourager and helper. I left the chaos in the kitchen and went into our bedroom and closed the door. “God, please forgive me,” I prayed. Had I ruined our evening together? Was he angry with me? I gathered my courage and walked into the living room to ask Grant for his forgiveness. He was sitting in his chair reading and looked up when I came in the room. Before I could get a word out of my mouth he said, “GraceAnna, I have been thinking and been meaning to tell you that you are just the best wife! I could not imagine being married to anyone else. ” I stood there with my heart caught in my throat. I saw the genuineness in his eyes and felt the love behind his words. I didn’t know what to say. “Grant…I came in here to apologize to you. Don’t you remember how I treated you a few moments ago?” Grant looked as if he was trying to remember, “Oh don’t worry about that, you are forgiven.” 

As I reflect on my marriage to Grant over the past four years, not a day has gone by where I haven’t sinned or failed in some way. Even though I am being changed more and more into the likeness of Christ, fighting my flesh is still a daily battle (Romans 7:15). I knew I would inevitably sin and hurt Grant before I got married, but what surprised me was discovering the grace of God in a new way through marriage.

The times when I sin against Grant and instead of retaliating with anger he bestows immediate forgiveness, grace overwhelms me. And this is the true essence of grace; it is not something that is earned, it is poured out on undeserving sinners who recognize their great need for it. It goes above and beyond. It’s not just “You are forgiven,” it’s “You are forgiven and now possess all the riches of Christ” (Eph. 1:18).

In chapter 3 of Romans, the depravity of the human condition is described. Every time I read it, I am completely humbled by verses like, “There is no one who does good, not even one,” and “Their throat is an open grave.” Then in verse 21, the good news breaks into the darkness, “But now the righteousness of God has been manifested apart from the Law.” It is the righteousness of God alone that we receive by grace that justifies us (Rom. 3:24). And the grace of God is not just something we receive on the day of our salvation, it is what we cling to every single day.

When we live with someone in a marriage relationship, we see one another’s faults. While a husband and wife should help each other with areas of sin, we should strive not be faultfinders, but grace givers. Proverbs 19:11 says, “A man’s discretion makes him slow to anger, and it is his glory to overlook a transgression.”  When we are overwhelmed by the reality of the grace we have received in Christ, forgiveness becomes an overflow of a grateful heart. Instead of being professional speck finders, we are driven to our knees by the weight of our own sin. As wives, sometimes we can be so quick to see areas of fault in our husband. We can be quick to lash out with words that cannot so quickly be unspoken. But, if we were just to look in the mirror of God’s Word a little deeper, what we would find would silence our petty talk.

As I look forward to another year of marriage, I want to love more deeply, forgive more generously, and overlook small annoyances, even dirty cowboy boots.

The Long Days

littlegirl4x6I pulled my two-year old onto my lap several nights ago. It was past her bedtime and it had been a long day. Normally, our days together are so fun and fly by way too quickly. I can hardly keep up with all there is to do with two little girls ages two and under.

But on that day, well, it had been a hard day. I had overslept my alarm and felt behind the moment the day began. My two-year old obviously felt the same way. Every little thing became a struggle. Our trip to the library started and ended in disobedience. Lunch was a battle. And nap-time was strongly protested. Grant was busy, busy, and busy. I felt tired.

And so there we were, finally, at bedtime. I looked at her and she looked at me. “It’s time to go to sleep, AudreyKate,” I whispered as I held her close. “Rock you, minute?” she asked.

I told her to lay her head on my shoulder and we rocked. I was so tired that I didn’t want to sing our usual songs. Instead, the words to a lullaby I’d long forgotten came to my lips. It was a song my mom sang to me when I was a little girl.

Where are you going, my little one, little one

Where are you going, my baby, my own?

Turn around and you’re two, turn around and you’re four

Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door

As I began to sing, most of the words and tune came back to me. AudreyKate lay completely still as she listened to me sing this new song.

Turn around, turn around

Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door

As we rocked back and forth, memories of my own mother singing this lullaby flooded my mind. I always felt so safe and secure in her arms and I thought she had the most beautiful voice in the world.

Even as a child, the words to this song made me feel a pang of sadness. I would imagine a little girl growing up and leaving her mom.

Where are you going, my little one, little one

Little sunsuits and petticoats, where have you gone?

Turn around and you’re tiny, turn around and you’re grown

Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around

Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your own

As we rocked together, I couldn’t believe things had come full circle. I felt like I was just the little girl in the song, but now I am the “young wife with babes of your own.” The song had come true.

And one day, Lord willing, it will come true for my daughters.

I held AudreyKate tighter as we rocked and I listened to her little voice sing, “tun awoun, tun awoun…” A tear trickled down my cheek as I thought about her growing up so very quickly.

My mom has often reminded me that in mothering, the days are long, but the years are short.

I want to treasure even the long days, because one day I will turn around, and they will be gone.

As for man, his days are like grass;
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more.

But the steadfast love of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him,
and his righteousness to children’s children,
to those who keep his covenant
and remember to do his commandments.
The LORD has established his throne in the heavens,
and his kingdom rules over all.

Psalm 103: 17-19

Anything Else is Grace (On Wedding Planning)

This morning, I read a wonderful post over at CBMW on “Lies Women Believe While Wedding Planning.” As I read Brittany’s article, I remembered a little blogpost I wrote in 2009 when Grant and I were engaged and planning our wedding. I’m so thankful I had people in my life (specifically my mom and sisters-in-law) who spoke truth to me about the lies young women so often believe regarding their wedding day. The truth they spoke into my life saved me from much selfish heartache.

(July 2009)

I officially entered the world of wedding planning in May after Grant and I got engaged. I knew there would be a lot involved with planning a wedding, but I didn’t realize how much is involved.Image

After we got engaged, I thought I should probably pick up a wedding planner to help me stay organized. I walked into Barnes & Noble to buy one. I stood there in shock as I discovered how thick the basic wedding planners are! The first one I opened started with a checklist that said, “16 months out from the wedding.” Well, I already missed that deadline by over a year!

I thought that picking out a wedding planner would help keep me from feeling overwhelmed, not the other way around! Needless to say, I walked out of the store empty handed.

To be fair, there is a lot involved in planning a wedding (though not nearly as much as the “planners” would like you to believe).

As my parents and I prepare for my wedding, there has been one thing my sister-in-law Chesed told me at the beginning of the summer that has really helped me in this whole process of planning. She told me, “GraceAnna, whenever you get stressed or start to feel like maybe something is not working out the way you want it to, you need to remember something that my brother told me when I was planning for my wedding, ‘You deserve hell; anything else is grace.’

I laughed when she first said it, and said, “Wow, that’s harsh!” But the more I thought about it, the more it resonated with me. Then she added, “And just remember to be thankful for the godly man that God has brought into your life to be your husband. You are entering a covenant relationship with him. That’s what your wedding day is all about.”

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about those words. When I’ve been tempted to get overwhelmed by things, I’ve remembered, “I deserve hell, and look what God has given me!” When I contemplate this great truth, my heart is immediately filled with joy and gratitude. Whatever it is that I’m trying to make a decision about, suddenly pales in comparison. At the end of the day, the exact hue of the bridal bouquets and boutonnieres doesn’t matter. Whether the cake is moist and fluffy or dried and flaky, doesn’t matter.  Whether it’s a beautiful sunny day or gloomy and rainy, it doesn’t matter. 

I would definitely be lying if I said that I don’t desire to have a beautiful wedding day. I do. But what’s even more beautiful than all the trappings of a wedding is the redemption that has taken place in my heart and the grace of God in bringing a godly man into my life. Look at all of that grace! And it’s not just that I don’t deserve those wonderful things, it’s that I deserve hell and have been given eternal life.

I’ve already been given the best.

Job 33:28 says, “You have redeemed my life from the pit, and my life shall look upon the light.”

I’m so grateful for His redemption. I’m so grateful to be able to spend my life serving the Lord with a man who loves the Lord with all of his heart. The dress, the flowers, the everything else…that’s just something extra. Those things are just there to accent something that is already beautiful all on its own- the covenant of marriage which is a gift of God’s grace. And I have been so overwhelmed by it these past few months.

Daughters of Sarah

photo-92I was barely 24 years old, and a newlywed of only two months when I packed my bags and moved across the world to a small, military base on the coast of mainland Japan. Leaving everything I had ever known to join my husband overseas was by far the hardest thing I had done in my life. When I married Grant, I stepped into a world of many unknowns. He was a Marine Officer who felt God’s call on his life to one day become a pastor. In terms of what our future together would look like, that was all I knew.

The day I married Grant, I promised to walk down that road of unknowns with him. I vowed to go where he would go, stay where he would stay, and be wholly committed to God’s call not only on my life, but also on his. Those two things would forever be intertwined. I didn’t step blindly into my new role as a wife. One of the very first things Grant told me when we started dating was how he felt God leading him to the pastorate. He told me he had an insatiable desire to know and preach the Bible. This calling on his life was one of the reasons I fell in love with him.

Before Grant came into my life, I also felt God leading my heart to a life of full-time ministry. I didn’t know if God was calling me to serve Him as a single woman, or if I would get married one day and serve alongside my husband. I hoped and prayed that I would be a wife and mother one day. But one thing God taught me through my season of singleness was that if I did get married, I needed to marry a man I could follow. I wanted the desires God was putting on my heart to be able to flow in support of my future husband’s calling. When I was growing up, my parents described the uniqueness of marriage by saying that “Marriage is two people serving God better together, than they ever could alone.”  I saw this modeled very well in my parents’ marriage. My dad is a pastor and my mom has always served the body of Christ alongside him. Their roles in the church look different. My dad preaches and exhorts God’s flock. My mom encourages and supports my dad while also ministering to women in the church. My parents were never in competition with each other or torn between two varying passions in their lives.  When Grant and I got married, I vowed wholeheartedly to be his helper because God finally made it clear how my calling to ministry would flesh itself out. I would be Grant’s “helper suitable” (Gen. 2:18), and together, we would serve God in a better way than we ever could alone.

When Grant and I moved to Japan after our wedding, I was apprehensive. I wouldn’t describe myself as the adventurous type. However, as I made this big transition, by God’s grace, I trusted in the God who brought Grant and me together. I knew because I was called to be Grant’s wife, Japan was part of God’s plan for me. I also knew there was no better place for me to be than in the center of God’s will. I grew to really love Japan and the memories we made there. And much to my surprise, a year later, the military sent us back to the states and to my hometown in South Carolina.

Grant and I moved into our first house and sometime later I gave birth to our first child – a little girl. We were just getting settled, when unexpectedly, an opportunity arose where God opened the door for Grant to begin his seminary training sooner than planned. We felt certain God wanted us to walk through this open door. I was excited, but also shocked. I felt like I had just hung my picture frames on our cheery yellow walls, and now, I was taking them down. While my emotions were a sea of ups and downs, I was not despairing. I believed this was God’s will for our little and yet quickly growing family. God made the path clear, and my response in this scenario was to trust God and follow my husband’s leading.

As I grow as a young wife and reflect on where God has brought Grant and me in our marriage thus far, I have learned several things:

  • If you are a single woman and God has placed in your heart a desire to get married, pray God would affirm a clear calling in your future husband’s life.  Our generation needs men who have huge hearts for God. Men who have visions to raise godly families and be a light of truth in our world. And these men need women who are strong enough to help them get there. I love how my mom has always put it, “Strong men need to marry strong women.” As Christians, we should all aspire to be strong men and women of faith and conviction. This kind of marriage combination is what she’s always called, “power couples.” Instead of asking God to give you an ordinary marriage one day, why not pray for an extraordinary one? Imagine what a generation of young, “power couples” who are wholly committed to God could do! Pray not for a perfect man (for that would be impossible), but for a man who is gripped by the person of Jesus Christ and who desires to do whatever God would have him do. And ask God to be guiding and directing your heart in order to be a strong “helper suitable” to him.
  • If you are a married woman, be open to God’s leading in your husband’s life. Maybe the way in which God is directing him is not something you would have planned, but as you pray together as a couple, trust God’s leading through your husband. God gave Adam a task in the Garden of Eden and He created Eve in order to help Adam complete that task (Gen. 2:15,18). If you are married, God has clearly brought you to your husband. So help him, encourage him, pray for him, and be strong in the Lord so that together you can glorify God in bigger ways than you could alone.
  • If you are a woman approaching marriage, or already married, remember that your calling as a woman should flow in support of your husband’s calling, not redirect it or run in conflict with it (Titus 2:4-5). As wives, we constantly need to check our hearts to see if we are being submissive to and supportive of our husband’s leading. Are we available to offer wise counsel and a listening ear? Does our husband know we are on his team or are we pressing an agenda that might even be contrary to his calling? We need to be women who are looking out for the welfare of our husbands, not preoccupied with our own. Women in whom our husbands trust wholly and fully (Prov. 31:11-12). Women who rely on the grace of God, because without Him we can do nothing well.

Lately, I have been incredibly encouraged by the life of Sarah, Abraham’s wife.  Sarah was far from a perfect woman, and she was not married to a perfect man either. But Sarah was a strong woman of faith despite her failings.  God set apart Abraham to be the father of a great nation that would be His witness to the world. But Sarah’s calling was just as important. Without her, there would be no nation, for she was to be the mother of a promised child. I can’t imagine what it was like for Sarah to hear the news from Abraham that God had called him to forever leave Ur and set out into a life of wandering, seeking the land of Promise. But she did. The Apostle Peter, through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, commends Sarah as a model for all women because she submitted to Abraham’s leadership. Peter also says, And you have become her children if you do what is right without being frightened by any fear.”

May we, as women, be daughters of Sarah. And by the grace of Christ, may we live lives full of faith with our eyes focused on Christ, not overcome with fear, but trusting in the One who made us distinctly female.

A Few Lessons On The Road of Motherhood

photo-90I just celebrated my two-year anniversary of becoming a mother. As I watched my oldest daughter blow out her birthday candles, I felt a wave of gratitude for all God has taught me since I became a mom. Two is a big milestone for my little girl, but it is for me as well. Each year that goes by is another mile marker of God’s faithfulness to me as a young mom. The lessons I am learning through motherhood are many. Here are just a few I have been recently reflecting upon.

Motherhood grounds me, it simply does. I cannot travel the world now that I am a mother, at least if I am going to be a good one. I cannot head to a coffee shop for a leisurely latte’ mid-morning, run a lengthy errand at the drop of a hat, or head to the gym for a spontaneous workout. Evenings out must be planned, and even then, I am often thinking about my girls while I am away. There are many factors to consider each and every day; decisions that include car seats, baby carriers, which child to put in the car first, and so on. The grounding that motherhood brings, prompts me to consider what is really important in my life. It forces me moment-by-moment to lay my selfish desires aside and put little eyes, hands, and feet first. When I can’t run out the door whenever I want to, I am reminded that my primary calling as a wife and a mother is in my home, not somewhere else. When I embrace my calling in the home, I find myself fulfilled because I am doing exactly what God has called me to do (Titus 2:5). And as a young mother, I am discovering that nothing else comes close to producing the joy that walking in obedience to God’s design brings.

Motherhood teaches me to be a servant. Grant and I were married only 10 months when we found out we were expecting our oldest daughter. When I look back on the time in our marriage before she arrived, I have such fond memories. It was a wonderful and special time. However, it wasn’t until she arrived that some of the most meaningful growth in our relationship began to take place. Suddenly, we were both dependent on God to not merely take care of ourselves and love one another; we were responsible for a whole other person.  As I lost sleep and struggled in all the ways new mothers do, I realized I am a very selfish person. I often do not want to serve my husband or my two little girls in the ways they need to be served. But what I am pondering anew every day, is what Nancy Leigh Demoss says so well in Lies Women Believe, “We are never more like Jesus than when we are serving Him or others,” and “There is no higher calling than to be a servant.” Matthew 20:28 says, “the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve…” I never thought cleaning a toilet or changing a diaper would leave a lasting impression in my life, but it has. There is great joy in the lowly tasks, because it is there that I learn what it means to be like my Savior.

Motherhood drives me to my knees. Just a few months ago, I crept into my daughter’s room after she had fallen asleep. I had struggled with her behavior that day. I felt discouraged. How could I get across to her the importance of obedience? I kneeled beside her crib and asked God to give me wisdom. How could such a little person cause me to feel so helpless? Day in and day out, motherhood prompts me to pray because there is so much I cannot handle in my own strength. Throughout the day I find myself calling out to God, “Lord, help me!” Motherhood causes me to realize that just like my daughters are dependent on me for everything, I desperately need the Lord in order to be the type of mother who points my children to Jesus.

Motherhood forces me to trust God. I read recently about a precious little girl named Daisy who died of cancer. I cannot fathom the pain her parents are experiencing right now. It literally tears my heart to pieces to imagine one of my girls being diagnosed with cancer. There are many fears I could dwell on each and every day. But I am learning that it doesn’t help to worry about the things I cannot control. I have a Heavenly Father who loves my daughters more than I do. I love the many ways God’s heart for children is revealed through Jesus in the Gospels. For instance, when Jesus raises Jairus’ daughter from the dead in Mark 5, He uses tender words to address her, “Talitha, arise.” Talitha means  “little girl lamb.” As I read God’s Word, I see over and over again that Jesus has a tender care for children. I must trust that no matter what happens, He is a good and loving Shepherd who welcomes them into His arms.

Motherhood reminds me that every day is a gift. I think about this on days that are difficult. I am not guaranteed tomorrow with my girls. In light of that reality, how will I choose to mother? Will I be half-hearted about it? Will I brush off my children’s questions, sigh at their cries, or get frustrated that they need me constantly? I want to be like the Proverbs 31 woman who pours her whole self into God’s calling on her life in the management of her home. Because of her devotion to her family and her home-centered heart, her husband not only praises her, but her children rise up and bless her as well.

My husband, Grant, was two years old when his dad died in a tragic plane crash. Grant’s memories of his dad are few and faint, but I am amazed that he remembers anything at all. I believe this is because his dad was fully present as a father. Whenever I see an old photograph of Grant’s dad, it reminds me just how suddenly death can occur. I don’t want to take today for granted. I want to find joy in washing my girls’ hair, changing their dirty diapers, cleaning their spills, savoring their messy kisses, and soaking in each moment as if it were my last – because it just might be.

I am convinced that motherhood is one of the greatest teaching tools any woman can experience. I’m new at this, but I want to learn these lessons well so that I can be a mother who not only smiles at the future, but also at the well-worn path stretching behind me.

More lessons to come…