Motherhood: Your Sanctification

House to Home

Slightly parted lids. Darkness.

She pushes her baby roughly away once again.

Immediately feeling sorrow, she recoils and brings him to her creased forehead furrow.

She breaths in deep, releases, and whispers, “don't you know, we both need sleep.”

But baby doesn’t know, baby thinks he needs his mama so. And maybe that he does, which is why her heart swells with such love.

Morning comes again, a promise that darkness never wins.

Pancakes and bacon sizzle while another chubby baby finds the maple syrup... drizzle drizzle drizzle.

Mom could yell and scream. The actions aren’t above her, but instead she laughs... some days she swears it’s like a funny dream.

She kindly wipes the sticky hands and face, she wants today to be different than before, she wants today to be full of grace.

On with the morning they go. She pulls sister off brother, corrects tones all while watching her own. This is her ebb and flow.

She chastises those whom she dearly loves, offers up prayers, and gives many kisses and hugs. Teaching them to be wise as serpents, but gentle as doves.

She knows this task to be too great, but she has never believed in fate.

She knows her Father to be kind, and not just kind, but utterly divine.

He is not the god of the moon and stars as the children’s movies would proclaim, but in Him all was and is, and Holy is His name.

This mama knows she needs Him so, and that weary ones He calls.

Easy is His yoke, light is His burden, and He catches any that stumble and fall.

Sighing and rolling her eyes, she wonders how one could think this calling insignificant. “Motherhood is your sanctification, dear.” That much is evident.

With all that motherhood entails, how could one find it boring? It is a story that is worth adoring.

This mother knows that we feel unseen in the quiet of our days, but just as a mother cannot forget the babe who is at her breast, the Lord does not put His love to rest.

He does not forget us, just as the mother does not forget the son of her womb. He reigns victorious over all our sin and suffering, He overcame the tomb.

Just as Christ suffered on the cross, we take up our own and realize nothing with Him is loss.

Our bodies, bruised and broken in the carrying, birthing, and tending of a child is a wonderful reminder of our Savior, meek and mild.

He’s as gentle as a mother with her suckling babe, but fierce as a lion when protecting the souls He made.

With Him we have no worry of the overwhelming pain, because to live is Christ, but to die is gain.

So, as you list your troubles, mother, remember the blessings, too. For these momentary afflictions are producing an eternal weight of glory, this much I promise to be true.

Obedience is better than all the sacrifices in the world, and mother Eve is redeemed through obedience to the Word.

Though we can never perfectly do this on our own accord, Christ came and lived a perfect life and cancelled the debts that none of us could afford.

Continue in the faith with love, holiness, and self-control. This bearing of children is not your salvation, but mother, it is what sanctifies your precious soul.