This is my second post in my new series called Monday Morning Manna for MOMS. If you have read my blog for any length of time, and I hope you have, you know that I love the Lord Jesus Christ and belong to Him. You also know that I love to teach and encourage women in their walk with the Lord, but I especially have a heart for MOMS. Fulfilling God's mandate to "train up a child in the way he should go" is a high calling and a holy occupation. No Christian mom can afford to take this responsibility lightly.
I loved mothering my 2 little boys. But let's face it. Mothering is not for sissies! On any given day, MOMS deal with aggravations, frustrations, irritations, and a host of other emotions. Mothering is an awesome responsibility. As we mother our children the mundane and the miraculous intersect. We partner with God the Father to work eternal things into the hearts and lives of our offspring. Mothering is a crazy irrational mixture of monotonous moments and sacred scenarios! Holy. Hectic. Calm. Chaotic. Fulfilling. Frustrating. Rewarding. Ridiculous. Awesome. Aggravating. Fabulous. Fatiguing. Mixed emotions. Mixed messages. MOMS need daily servings of encouragement, tons of inspiration, lots of practical illustrations laced with large doses of humor, a sanctified imagination, practical applications, and TRUTH from the infallible inerrant Word of God. That is the purposes of Monday Morning Manna for MOMS.
*In 1997 our oldest son, Jason, graduated from high school and prepared to move into the college world of Mississippi State University. I was genuinely proud of my son’s accomplishments. I believed he was more than ready for this new phase in his life, but the reality of the release was more painful than I had imagined. A chapter in my life was ending. I was powerless to stop the commencement of Jason’s college career. Whether or not I was ready, the fact remained that he was leaving. The apron strings of my heart were about to be severed!
I tend to lean toward drama. Weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth are my usual reactions to life issues. My first taste of the (partially) empty nest would be no exception. I had loved my active role of mothering Jason. Watching this life experience evaporate into mere memories was painful to my mother’s heart. Forgive me if you are not of this ilk, but with my usual exaggerated emotions I grieved my son’s leaving!
For 18 years my routine and my schedule were defined by the fact I was a mom. While I did not live my life through my boys, I have poured my life into them. I was actively engaged in developing Christian mothering—a calling I cherished. My world was changing dramatically. I felt unsettled and unsure. Furthermore, I was painfully aware I would face this drama again. In two short years I would launch Dawson into the adult world. Mothering is a process of working yourself out of a job. From the day your baby arrives in your home, your job is to make your child independent of you and dependent on God. Mothering is a holy occupation and a worthy investment but painful nonetheless.
The landscape of my life was in a state of flux. Emotions erupted unexpectedly. Tears appeared often. Pain in my mother’s heart became a companion. I fled to the Lord and poured out my anguish. When I could not verbalize the emotions of my heart, I trusted the Holy Spirit to translate my pain into prayers. Romans 8:26-27 says, In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. As always, God was faithful. His Word ministered to me. A deepening sense of His presence comforted me. Psalm 34:18 says, The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Some moms misunderstood my grieving process and misinterpreted my sorrow. Many were thrilled to be sending their children off to college! I did not feel the need to make myself understood. I determined to process my strong emotional response and allow God to be my very present help in trouble (Ps. 46:1). God would be my reputation and my refuge. With the psalmist I prayed, Guard my soul and deliver me; do not let me be ashamed, for I take refuge in You (Ps. 25:20). God calmed my jumbled emotions. He quieted my anxious thoughts. He allayed my fears and comforted me with His gentle touch. He spoke to my troubled heart, “Peace, be still.”
*Except from "High Stepping in Heavenly Places"
While it is a hard concept for us as mommas to grasp, our goal is to work ourselves out of a job. That seems contrary to the natural bent of our mother's heart. We are always gathering our children to us, holding them in our hearts and pressing them close. That is certainly a noble ambition while they are living under our authority (the first 20 years or so), there comes a time when we are to release them into the adult world. No longer under our authority, our godly influence will (should) remain with them, but understand this . . . mothering has a shelf line. It is not something we do forever. Adult children do not (or should not) want to be mothered. Dear one, mother your flock with an eye to the future. Keep this truth tucked in your heart - -your ultimate goal is to release them into the adult world-emotionally and socially equipped, educated in order to provide for themselves (and possibly a family), and spiritually grounded in their own convictions and faith.
Raising and releasing kingdom kiddos is the holy career choice of every mom (whether she works out of the home or not) who is willing to partner with the Lord Jesus Christ to work holy things into the hearts of her children. I told you - mothering is not for sissies! Blessings.
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