“There is no nobler career than that of motherhood at its best. There are no possibilities greater, and in no other sphere does failure bring more serious penalties. With what diligence then should she prepare herself for such a task? If the mechanic who is to work with “things” must study at technical school, if the doctor into whose skilled hands will be entrusted human lives, must go through medical school . . . how much more should the mother who is fashioning the souls of the men and women of tomorrow, learn at the highest of all schools and from the Master-Sculptor Himself, God.
To attempt this task, unprepared and untrained is tragic and its results affect generations to come. On the other hand there is no higher height to which humanity can attain than that occupied by a converted, heaven-inspired, praying mother.”….. Elisabeth Elliot
Change. Does that word bring you stress? Does it fill you with anxiety? For some that idea fills them with terror and fear.
But, for others like me, change brings a sense of excitement. A looking ahead with delight and expectation. I am an ENFP and when I read that my brain type gets bored easily I was like “Yes! Someone understands me!” So for me as a child moving was fun, surprises were fun, spur of the moment plans were exciting and fresh.
What about when the Lord changes a direction of course for us in an unexpected way? Takes us down a path we had not planned or anticipated. I am not as good with that.
Or what about when sufferings and trials come our way, and interrupt our plans? What about if the Lord puts us on a journey we feel we did not sign up for? How are our hearts then?
“Because they have no changes, therefore they fear not God.”
I am reminded that whatever path the Lord has for us, as the river of Providence winds this way and that…it is all in the hand of the Lord. And we can rest in that. Whether it is in little daily changes or big life altering changes. He is in control.
I am reminded of a song I used to sing–
“What though the way be lonely,
and dark the shadows fall,
I know where ere He leads me
My Father planned it all.
I sing through the shade and the sunlight
I trust Him whatever befall.
I sing for I cannot be silent.
My Father planned it all!”
And in that I can rest. ♥
One of the hardest things I have ever done.
Oh, I knew how to be a mom…before I was one. I could have held seminars, classes and counciling sessions about how to be a godly mother. Before I was one. I would look down on the mom that had a screaming toddler in the grocery, or the messy faced, dirty child with the mismatched clothes and think to myself “That will never happen to me!”
And then I had a child, and another, and another, and another….and 8 of these precious tiny humans. Oh the joy! Oh the blessing! But guess what? I had once, ok more than once when my child was on the floor of a store and fit to be tied. My children sometimes dress themselves in mismatched clothes and yes, they have dirty faces (gasp!) And you know what?
I realized mothering was hard. You see, it is far more than keeping them fed, safe and warm. It is dealing with hearts. It is pouring into eternal souls. And yes, it is a spiritual battle. A fight for my children’s souls against a wicked, perverted world. Dealing with hearts requires wisdom, self- denial and a constant dependance upon Christ…
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“These were potters, and those that dwelt among plants and hedges: there they dwelt with the king for his work.”
1 Chronicles 4:23
“Potters were not the very highest grade of workers, but “the king” needed potters, and therefore they were in royal service, although the material upon which they worked was nothing but clay. We, too, may be engaged in the most menial part of the Lord’s work, but it is a great privilege to do anything for “the king”; and therefore we will abide in our calling, hoping that, “although we have lien among the pots, yet shall we be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.” The text tells us of those who dwelt among plants and hedges, having rough, rustic, hedging and ditching work to do. They may have desired to live in the city, amid its life, society, and refinement, but they kept their appointed places, for they also were doing the king’s work. The place of our habitation is fixed, and we are not to remove from it out of whim and caprice, but seek to serve the Lord in it, by being a blessing to those among whom we reside. These potters and gardeners had royal company, for they dwelt “with the king” and although among hedges and plants, they dwelt with the king there. No lawful place, or gracious occupation, however mean, can debar us from communion with our divine Lord. In visiting hovels, swarming lodging-houses, workhouses, or jails, we may go with the king. In all works of faith we may count upon Jesus’ fellowship. It is when we are in his work that we may reckon upon his smile. Ye unknown workers who are occupied for your Lord amid the dirt and wretchedness of the lowest of the low, be of good cheer, for jewels have been found upon dunghills ere now, earthen pots have been filled with heavenly treasure, and ill weeds have been transformed into precious flowers. Dwell ye with the King for his work, and when he writes his chronicles your name shall be recorded.” Charles Haddon Spurgeon