Motherhood……such a perplexing adventure that makes you feel like you are accomplishing nothing while you are actually cultivating future world leaders. Often I’ve felt like I came up empty handed before the throne as my friends would talk of helping a widow rake leaves, spending time fasting, participating in children’s outreaches, or other active spiritual disciplines that don’t seem to fit my baby in the arms, feeding a little one, chasing a toddler stage that I’m in where most of any service time would have been spent making sure my kiddos didn’t mess up the actual work others were doing.
It’s easy to feel discouraged, wondering if what you do matters and if your hidden (I was going to say, ‘quiet’, but things aren’t really ‘quiet’ here) activities matter as much as all the formal spiritual disciplines. Devotional times? Mine have been spent simultaneously feeding a baby or keeping an early rising toddler happy. Prayer times? Mine are over dishes, or brief moments when I sit. Solitude? That’s a funny question. 🙂
In her book, Long Days of Small Things: Motherhood as a Spiritual Discipline, Catherine McNiel writes of how she learned to recognize God’s molding and shaping of her through motherhood. How pouring out her life for needy little souls was actually the refining fire of God developing the fruits of the Spirit within her. The perseverance and patience required of a parent are constantly more than what one naturally has.
You are endlessly brought to the end of yourself, as God relentlessly works out your selfishness to create His own character.
While I couldn’t connect with some of her use of symbolism or all of her liturgical background, I felt encouraged by her main theme. Motherhood isn’t a side season until I can get back to the more important ways of serving Jesus or the more spiritual ways of developing His character within me, it is the main tool that God is using in me now. My offerings given with the noise of a hungry baby and the screams of a toddler meltdown can be placed alongside the more public acts of service before His throne.
As with the widow’s mite, He doesn’t care about the size. He simply cares about our heart and if we are giving him our all.
Now excuse, I hear the baby crying again………
I received a complimentary copy of this book from Tyndale Publishing for review purposes, but the thoughts recorded are my own.