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Mother of Millions

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This is a post I wrote many years ago… May it encourage you today.

I have been very blessed by the church family that the Lord has given me. Last night, a friend of mine gave me a “Mother of Millions” plant. As an encouragement to me after my miscarriage she had planted 6 little tiny plants in the pot to represent each of the children the Lord has given to me here on this earth. It meant so much to me for her to think of me in this way.

I noticed to my dismay this morning that in the transport home my pot had been quite disturbed and my little shoots had been uprooted from the dirt surrounding them. I quickly began to tenderly take each little shoot and replant them into the dirt, adding a little water to gently place them in their spots. I had to be very tender as I replanted them, being careful not to crush, tear or damage their little roots or leaves. I could not deal roughly or harshly in working with these tiny seedlings.

As I was in the process of doing this it came to my mind…

Am I as careful and eager to do this with my children?

It is food for thought.

Am I solicitous and careful over where my little children’s souls are at?  Am I attentive if they are going astray or needing to be “re-rooted” somewhere?

Am I careful as I am seeking to transplant them from wrong behaviors or thinking to not crush or break them? Do I hover over them with concern as I did these little plants?

It’s definitely a challenge for me and maybe it will be for you today as well. Press on in caring for your little ones remembering that our homes are gospel nurseries!

 

Could we be losing sight of our high calling?

Mother tenderly kissing forehead of her infant baby sleeping in a bassinet
If commitment to our role as a mother languishes, this may be true not because the job is too small or unchallenging, but because our vision is too small. Our dreams for our task may be thin and weak. We fail to hear God’s call and miss the broad scope of the possibilities before us. We focus instead on the routine activities and demands–changing diapers, potty training, cleaning up messes, telling the kids for the fifth time not to slam the door–and miss any sense of a higher calling.

Mothers, look up and look ahead! Ask yourself; in five, ten, twenty, even forty years what will I wish that I had done today? We want to avoid reaching the end of our lives with regret. Look ahead, plan what is important and live accordingly…
Several years ago, I heard a dedicated missionary share what she would do differently if she could start raising her family again. This woman was committed to Christ, and His cause, and she spent her life serving others–so the depth and quality of her life made me sit up and listen when she shared. She said she would stay home more, be kinder to her children, and feed them spiritually.
I too am jealous for the influence I have at this crucial period in my childrens life, to teach him what is good, to enrich his life with beauty, to train him in obedience and respect, to stimulate his eager intellect, to encourage his attempt to try new things, and to play with him, I want to enjoy these years that happen only once and are soon gone forever.”
A Mother’s Heart by Jean Fleming

I feel so constantly my need of renewal in my mothering. This quote is challenging, reproving and encouraging.  I have a long way to go, but I am seeking the Lord for His grace to “be there” more for my children, instead of being so caught up in the next thing to check off my mental list for the day. My children need mama, not just someone to clean, cook and care for them, but MAMA in the real sense of the word.  So, I  need to take those few moments to throw a frisbee, examine a bug, or build a train track.   What little thing can each of us do to show our children that we are there for them today?

Lessons from the Painted Lady Butterfly

My son was given a butterfly kit for his birthday. It only took me a year to get around to ordering the already paid for larvae which would in turn become butterflies. The day finally came when they arrived and we had great excitement to see these little wonders in the jar. We followed the instructions and watched for the transformation to take place. I had no idea how it would affect me.

A few days after we received them, these little larvae became big caterpillars. But, it was their next phase that grasped my heart. They gravitated up to the top of the cup and spun their cocoons. Overnight our caterpillars turned into chrysalises.

As instructed, we took them out of the cup and hung them on the top of our little butterfly tent. And there they hung.


Quiet…

Patient…

Still…

Submitted…

And inside a beautiful transformation was taking place.

They were in our dining room, for us to observe. As I would walk by umpteen times a day, they were
still there.

I was reproved, challenged, awed and convicted.  I was humbled, really.

Humbled and quieted.

There was something so amazingly beautiful about these cocoons. And it was a teachable moment for me, which I sought to capture to share with my children in family worship.

What did the Lord have for me in the viewing of these creatures?

  • They were patient in affliction.
  • They were quiet in being shaped into the image God had for them.
  • They were content to have their freedom taken away to be transformed.
  • They did not chafe under the prison of the confinement, but submitted, hanging there..still.
  • They did not seek to come out of their restraint until the perfect time..till the work the Lord had for them was finished.
  • They waited for God to do His beautiful work in them.

The morning came when we walked into the dining room and there was a beautiful butterly. My heart rejoiced with that little creature. I think I could identify with her somewhat. It was so gratifying in an odd sort of way.

The other crysallis was still in her confinement. But, in the jostling it fell from the top of the tent. We tried to prop it up, could feel her movement underneath the skin of the cocoon but did not know if she would make it. We rehung her hoping it was not too late. I wanted so badly to help her out of the shell, but unless a butterfly struggles on their own, they will not live. As the day wore on, it appeared that our second little butterfly was dead.

Again, in an odd sort of way, it made me feel so sad. How could I become so attached to these would be butterflies?

And then, to our delight and surprise, the second butterfly emerged!

Oh, the happiness I felt! And the analogy again came into my heart.

  • In order to be born again, we die first.
  • We die to our sin and self.
  • We are raised again to life in Christ.

How often can we become dismayed and lose hope thinking a loved one is so spiritually dead that there will never be spiritual life. And then, the Lord surprises us and powerfully turns their hearts in a beautiful and saving way!

I have to let my children struggle in their walk with the Lord. Let’s face it, as mothers we want to ease every pain, take away every hurt. But, we cannot do it for them. And it is in the struggle that they are transformed.

The life cycle of a butterfly is only a couple of weeks. We let them go one morning and they flew away into freedom.

“Goodbye little butterflies! Thank you for teaching us more of the Lord’s work in your short little life.”

Thank you Lord, for giving us so many displays of your glory in your creation!

 

 


~~Feeling weary and worn down physically or mentally? Make sure to read my health testimony and some of the things that are helping me on my journey of healing 

Chick-fil-A Daddy/Daughter Date Night!

A big applause to Chick-Fil-A for their Daddy/Daughter Date night!

Not only has Chick-Fil-A continued to strive for a higher standard of excellence and cheerful service, but most importantly they have been consistently committed to being closed on the Lord’s Day. Chick-Fil-A has continued to be a Christian testimony to the world and their Daddy/Daughter Date night was just an extension of that tonight.  My family enjoyed this treat tremendously and I hope you will enjoy the memories with us!

My dad took my out on my first date when I was 13 and he still takes me out once and awhile.  We had so much fun! When we arrived there were fresh flowers, each of the daughters got a rose and the dad’s got a stuffed cow.  :)  My Daddy bought me a beautiful corsage and when I thanked him for taking me, he responded “My Pleasure!”

Steven took our three daughters out and they were at the table behind us.  They were so excited to have such special princess treatment!  He took the opportunity to share with the girls about how a gentleman should treat them and they enjoyed using their fancy etiquette.

Live music, photographs of the daddy and daughters and being waited on by a personal waiter was all a part of our special night!

Thank you, Chick-Fil-A!

(No, I have not been paid to share this, I share it out a desire to encourage such pure, wholesome, family oriented events in our communities!)