The wind blows a midst the branches, leaves swirling, caught in the revolving dance of nature.
So goes our lives, being a mom, being a daughter, being a caregiver. Don’t we all have seasons when our lives are swirling around us, and there seems no end in sight?
When we have to literally makes ourselves stop. Make ourselves take a deep breath and simply BREATHE.
Yes, unfortunately, you heard that right.
I screamed at a defenseless child…solely because she wouldn’t put a sweater over her head.
Whew…NOT my proudest moment! And to top it all off, the blogging conference…oh, it was a christian bloggers conference. Talk about really needing the grace of God…I certainly am not a Christian because I’ve got it all right.
It’s more like I get so much wrong and can do nothing good without Him.
And unfortunately, my kids, my husband, my friends…they received my meager leftovers.
That moment was such a poignant reminder that without Christ, what do I truly accomplish?
If I am not filling myself, moment by moment with Christ, then what do my leftovers look like?
When your kid sweetly says “yes, ma’am” or takes their plate to the sink without asking…it’s easy in that moment to respond patiently with lots of gentleness. But when they contort their face to a snarl and stomp those little feet, when the bickering never ceases, and they quite intentionally slam that door in your face…
Those are the moments when it’s only Christ’s love that can respond in joy, in peace, in patience, in kindness.
Everyone has joy when their bundled little one smiles for the first time or the teetering child takes that first solid step… but when the 4am greeting is “Mama, I just threw up again” and you’re left stripping a bed for the 14th morning in a row…
That’s the moment you have to pray for the fruits of the spirit to be breathed out in you.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control… Galations 5:22 & 23
When I accomplish nothing on my own, is when God accomplishes the most for His glory.
When I am weakest, He is strongest.
When I admit that I’m not perfect, when I ask my child for forgiveness, when I delve into the messy chaotic past…
When I let go of trying to be perfect on my own. Of trying to act like I’ve got this parenting thing under control.
Only then, is God able to come alongside me, pick me up, and help me move forward.
And when my child sees me truly repentant of my selfishness, when they experience firsthand me, mom, asking forgiveness for lashed out words…hopefully then, they see it’s okay to admit our flaws and imperfections.
So when my life swirls out of control, am I beckoning God to come close? Can I take at least one thing off my to-do list so that I can be more present and in the moment with my kids? Do I find moments every hour to remind myself of scripture, to ask God moment by moment to reside peacefully in me, so that others can experience joy, peace, patience from above and not the spewing of someone depleted from life.