To add one thing to the post below (you’ll have to read it first to understand)… to all my mommy-friends that might actually read this blog:

The next time you feel the “mundane-ness” of mommy-world and the day to day work of being a mom overwhelms you… or if you are like me and you have those moments when you sit down at the end of a long day and wonder where it all went, with fond but distant memories of those days when time was so plentiful, when you could sit and read the Word and worship for long stretches without a need, a cry from the monitor, or a ”Mommy can I” to interrupt… and maybe, just maybe, an accusation hits you like an arrow to your heart that you have become ”less spiritual” now or that this labor and calling of motherhood is somehow less important in the Body of Christ…

(And let’s be honest, we ALL have those days, don’t we?)

Remember this.  The ABSOLUTE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON in Jesus’ life while He was on the earth was not a prophet, not the teacher in the synagogue, and not the rulers of the earth… it was almost certainly His mother.   God had a mother.  She bathed Him.  She fed Him.  She made His clothes.  She taught Him.  She rocked Him to sleep.   She gave her every moment to her son, the Son, expecting nothing in return just because she loved Him.  

God had a mother.   (That’s a mother’s day sermon that’ll preach, huh?) 

So next time you have one of those days, just ask Him, with a weak little whisper from your heart, how He feels about us… about mothers.  I dare you    May His answer surprise you and overwhelm you without end…

(Oh, and by the way (for my Stephen), God had an earthly father too… we cannot forget dear Joseph… nor does the Lord forget the Dads…)