She opened her book and read:
How has your life been interrupted lately?
No sooner had she read the question than she heard the pitter patter of little feet coming down the hallway. Through her bedroom door stumbled a groggy, two and half foot tall, sick child.
Just moments before he had been tucked into bed – belly full of nettles and catnip tea, chest rubbed with eucalyptus and lavender oil and garlic oil dripped down into his ears. He should be sound asleep inhaling the scents from the humidifier and being lulled to even deeper sleep by the hymns echoing through the iPod.
But here he stood. A sick child in the mother’s last trimester of pregnancy.
I’d say her life is one big interruption.
As a mom of a toddler and one growing in my womb, interruptions are a constant part of my day. It seems as though the one time I can steal away for a little peace, the Lord says,
“Nope. I need you to be my hands and feet right now. I need you to love my children. And I need you to die to self.”
What I think I need is time alone with the Lord – just five minutes, please! But His ways are not my ways.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” ~Isaiah 55:8-9
The sacrifices of a mother are many. Oftentimes we wonder if what we do matters, and more often than not we feel like a failure. We frequently lose our patience and wish to just go potty in peace. But these are the moments created and fashioned by God for not only His glory but for our good.
I confess, I want comfort and ease. I like when events make sense. I like routine and consistency. I like when my toddler goes to bed for the night and the house is quiet. I like when I get to go out for a date night with my husband. I like when my house is clean and tidy.
Laughably none of these things happen on a regular basis, but yet I cling … I desire … I wish upon a star.
However good these things are, God often calls me out of my box and my own ways and asks me to follow Him. In essence, He calls me to the extraordinary. He calls me to selfless love.
It’s a tall order, but God does not require that which he Himself does not do!
“When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, ‘It is finished,’ and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.'” ~John 19:30
Mommy, what are you doing?
Well Buddy, I’m studying God’s Word.
He climbs into bed, curls his arm around mine, tucks his thumb into his mouth and lies there as if there is no other place he’d rather be. He needs his mommy.
Daddy comes into the room and toddler boy says, “Daddy, can I read your Bible?”
What comforts are you holding on to right now? What can you let go in order to allow the Lord to work?
Jesus sacrificed his entire life, giving up his spirit … willingly … knowingly.
Can we do the same?
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