I am a go-getter. A list maker. A dreamer. Sitting still doesn't come naturally to me. Somewhere in the corners of my heart; where the cobwebs accumulate, my flesh believes I must white knuckle my faith to earn grace. This sticky terrain of my heart tells me I must work harder, be better, and never fail.
Being a mother, I find no exception to this unforgiving task master of a lie. It comes out in deceptive little ways, whispering you are not doing good enough.
You are not feeding your children the healthiest of foods.
You are not playing with them enough.
You are not teaching them everything they need to know.
You snapped and raised your voice at your three year old.
Even more malicious:
Other mothers are doing it so much better than you are. Just look at them. Their toddlers are potty trained/know their alphabet/have better social skills than your children do. There must be something wrong with you.
Friends? Can we stop for a moment and cry out IN THE NAME OF JESUS!
"I ask him to strengthen you by his Spirit - not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength - that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in. And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you'll be able to take in with all Christians the extravagant dimensions of Christ's love. Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb the depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God." Ephesians 3:16-19 (THE MESSAGE)
Mamas, these lies of white knuckling our faith are just that: LIES. And they are malicious. And WRONG. We have been bought with the blood of Jesus; nails carved into his hands so we would not have to white knuckle our faith. As mothers, we can rest in the assurance that we do not have to strive to be a status quo. All that is required of us is to love the Lord our God with all our hearts, mind, and strength. Not a brute strength, but a glorious inner strength that only HE can provide. We can rest in his love and follow his guidance on how to mother our children. No more white knuckling motherhood. No more white knuckling faith. All we need is HIS glorious inner strength. Can I get a AMEN?