Much of what I do as a mom can feel trivial. And yet, I am not building with straw and hay, but with the eternal materials of grace and love. This work endures far beyond one season.
This year, let’s make Mother’s Day different. Let’s make it all about us, but in a very different way.
I had never seen it–not before last week. Not before twenty-six lives were stolen amidst red carpet, church pews, and a wooden cross. But now I see…
“I just need to get away from the kids.” I had told him, blotchy face and runny nose, swollen belly.
“This is ok, right?” I asked with shaking voice as I held up the test for my husband to see. I sank to the floor, knees weak. “Of course it is.” He assured me. Or tried.
In the midst of life’s very real struggles, we can be tempted to chase after a false sense of freedom. We often think that breaking free from one circumstance, habit, or person will change….EVERYTHING.
He brought up his idea four more times within the hour, and the final time I lost my patience. “Zeke, I said we would do it. You can stop talking about it now.” And that was that. For a week.
I think that we are writing these dreams off far too early. We are saying No, not now, too quickly. The Author of Time, He makes time for our dreams.
I know that motherhood is the hardest thing I have ever done. And one of the most rewarding, always. I know that I never knew that I could fear so deeply, or love so fiercely.
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!