We’re three weeks into summer, and it has begun. The boys are like oil and vinegar, stuck in the salad dressing jar of our home. No school or MOPS to provide breaks from each other. All day every day, swirling around the house, fighting over everything….a matchbox car (mind you we have over 100 to choose from), a stick (there is apparently only one good stick in our entire half-acre backyard!?), who gets to unload the silverware from the dishwasher. ….it’s endless and humbling.
Motherhood has definitely been a season of humbling for
me. I’ve come to realize that I have
control of very little. I’m at the mercy
of three would-be terrorists to eat the healthy food I prepare and behave according
to the guidelines they’ve been taught. I
certainly cook plenty of healthy, and what I consider tasty food. And it seems we have behavior drill camp all
day every day. So I either get an A for
effort, or an F for dismal failure. It
could make a mama want to throw in the towel.
Until some study of the bible helped me realize how God views the
humble. He purposely gives us seasons of
humbling for our own benefit, and promises the humble great rewards. The greatest among us will become our servant
(Matthew 23:11-12). God gives the humble grace and lifts them up (James
4:6,10). The humbling job of mothering
is slowly and painfully training my heart to be meek and gentle, ready for the
abundance God has awaiting me in the future.
Is it too soon to ask, “Are we there yet?”
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