I remember a time when my oldest daughter was only months old and I was going through a Beth Moore bible study with some ladies at church. I missed that week's meeting so I watched the DVD at home while Addison was soundly napping in her crib. Beth was talking about how some things in each of our lives can seem unreasonably difficult and trying. Those things that we just can't seem to get a grip on and move through. Over and over again. Do you have those things in your life? I sure do, and mothering happens to be one that I face daily. For me, becoming a confident mom has been just that...a becoming. It's been a process to settle into this role and embrace it with joy and abandon. The warm fuzzies weren't delivered to me with the baby, if you know what I'm saying. So at this point, I was all ears to what Beth had to say.
She went on talking about how those mountains of impossibility that we face are an invitation to walk though them by God's grace. She went as far as saying that it is a huge blessing even to be able to overcome hard circumstances relying solely on His grace. It was one of those moments that I remember so vividly, but yet I didn't really get it. I didn't understand the magnitude of what she meant until lately. I feel like I'm just beginning to grasp what grace is at all.
I can tell though when I'm walking in that sweet spot of grace. I feel supernatural in a sense. This might be a stretch here for someone, but when I'm in that spot I feel like an eagle. That's right, I feel like I have a bird's eye view on my circumstances. Like I'm soaring above the neediness, the tantrums, the constant demands, the endless meal planning and preparation, the continuous dishes and loads of laundry. The tough stuff. The day to day grind. The stuff I can't follow through with on my own without going insane. Like an eagle, I can look down on it all with a different perspective, rather than being in the middle surrounded by what feels like could overcome my very existence. Instead, I overcome it. All the while I am at peace in my identity as an eagle, spending my time soaring in the heights far removed from the chaos and clutter down below.
So lately, God's grace in my mothering looks like eagles' wings to me. What does it look like for you? “But those who wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint” (Isaiah:40:31).
I can tell though when I'm walking in that sweet spot of grace. I feel supernatural in a sense. This might be a stretch here for someone, but when I'm in that spot I feel like an eagle. That's right, I feel like I have a bird's eye view on my circumstances. Like I'm soaring above the neediness, the tantrums, the constant demands, the endless meal planning and preparation, the continuous dishes and loads of laundry. The tough stuff. The day to day grind. The stuff I can't follow through with on my own without going insane. Like an eagle, I can look down on it all with a different perspective, rather than being in the middle surrounded by what feels like could overcome my very existence. Instead, I overcome it. All the while I am at peace in my identity as an eagle, spending my time soaring in the heights far removed from the chaos and clutter down below.
So lately, God's grace in my mothering looks like eagles' wings to me. What does it look like for you? “But those who wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint” (Isaiah:40:31).
