Mother Like Children

Mother Like ChildrenHer hand tightly grips the mechanical pencil that months ago she convinced me was needed.  The cheap notebook paper covered with hastily scratched numbers…and tear stains.  “Mom!”  She cries out with a sound that is akin to the cry of physical pain.  “Why do you make me do this?”

Mother Like Child AbbyI sigh in exasperation.  How do I explain to her frustrated mind that 6th grade math will indeed be needed in all of life to come.  Cooking, banking, shopping, tithing…they all involve this skill that one day won’t seem so overwhelming.  “Abby”, I say, “you must trust me.  I’m not trying to make life miserable.  Rather I’m trying to help you be ready for what lies ahead.”

I assign the morning chores and within minutes there is a bellowing from the stairway.  “I can’t do this!”, Emily yells over the sound of the hand-held vacuum as she attempts to sweep the thinly, carpet-dressed stairs.  “This is just too hard of a job for me!”

I exhale and close my eyes.  How do I sway the mind of a nine-year-old who is bound and Mother Like Child Emmydetermined that she absolutely, cannot possibly do this job?  “Emily Faith, I love you and I know this is a challenging chore and one that you don’t really like, but trust me that I’m thinking of your good.  I want you to learn how to do this well and not just give up when it feels like it’s too hard.  I know you can do it and someday this will seem incredibly easy to you.”

My dishpan hands set the steaming bowl of chicken gnocchi soup in front of my just-to-say-eight-year-old son and his jaw begins to quiver.  “Mahahahmmmmmm, what is this?!  Can’t I just have peanut-butter and jelly?  I’ll make it myself!!!”

Mother Like Child MicahI sigh in frustration.  Another time-consuming, healthy, homemade meal being refused by my ungrateful son.  He does not understand how this food will help him rather than hurt his body like the so-called “food” he wants.  “Micah, I’m not trying to make meals that you don’t like.  Please trust me that I am serving you food that will help you grow strong and healthy.”

The clock hands land on 5:30 and I know my husband won’t be walking through the door tonight.  He’s traveling for work.  Again.  Sinking down into my husband’s cushy, camo recliner, the tears come hot and fast as I spill my heart to God.  “I can’t do this!  It’s too hard being apart from Justin so often!  I feel so lonely being a homeschool mom!  I hate the added responsibility of tending the fire and facing impending weather alone with three kids!”

Before the words finish their whispered plea…I know…I’m just like my kids.  I am no different.  A few inches taller, a few decades older…but I have the same sinful heart that doubts God’s goodness.

He does not sigh in frustration or exasperation.  He does not close His eyes and hope that I will figure it out on my own.  Instead, as my sobs softly rock the chair, the Holy Spirit silently presses The Father’s words into my thoughts: “Precious Daughter, I love you and I’m not out to make you miserable, lonely, and sad.  These things are to make your faith, love, and humility stronger and healthier.  I give you things you can’t do so you are forced to depend on Me alone because only I will never leave or forsake you.  Sweet child, I’m preparing you for My plans and they are for your good and for My glory!  Trust me…I’m The One who holds the moon in space, created the dirt you walk on, and gives your very life breath.  You are Mine!”

Mother Like Child Romans 8If you can relate to my kids and I, comfort your mind today in the truth of God’s Word:

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now.  And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.  Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.  And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers.  And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified.  What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died–more than that, who was raised–who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?  As it is written, “For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Romans 8:18-39

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