4As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
5Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
My husband, who is a hunter, informed me that generally, a quiver holds six arrows. I smile at that, because we have a full quiver, and are working on filling a second one. :-) Awesome!! Bring on the little arrows!!
A couple of months ago, I had a miscarriage. It has been the roughest couple of months in my life. However, I need to say that one of the good things that has come from it, is my appreciation for the little things, the little moments, with the children we have. My husband, and my children, are the motivators that have gotten me out of bed when I would've otherwise stayed curled up in the darkness for days on end. Why? They need me. Other people may fill in to change diapers, fix meals, and brush hair for awhile, but who can fill that spot inside of them that is marked "Mommy love" ? Nobody can. And, inside of every mommy is a spot marked with each child's name that only he/she can fill with their love. I don't favor one of my children over the others, but they each hold their own special place, a love-need if you will, that cannot be met by anyone else in the world. Carry that thought over to God as our Father, and us as His children ... think of how many special places he has in His heart, and how He needs us to love Him, because each of us has to fill our own spot of love inside of Him. That is a pretty neat thought.
Prior to my miscarriage, I have been dubbed a "clean freak", "the Bleach Queen", and other such titles per my love of cleaning. Since the miscarriage, cleaning hasn't mattered very much to me; I've basically been in survival mode. Every day, I get a little more like me, a little more back to normal with the kids, my husband, and life, in general. However, I just haven't resumed my "normal" cleaning obsession. This morning, as I vacuumed and cleaned a bathroom, I was thinking that it felt good to be cleaning again. I was also pondering how much more I enjoy not feeling obsessed about the cleaning, stressed that something wasn't perfect, and I enjoy that the kids don't feel like they can't breathe because of that obsession. Cleaning is good, yes, but life is all about relationship. I mean, I seriously doubt that when the kids grow up, the thing they'll remember best about their mom was that she loved to clean the house. So, what will my legacy be? What will their best memory be? It is my goal to be remembered for loving them so thoroughly that they had that "Mommy-Love Need" space inside of them full to overflowing!
I can say that my mom succeeded at that very thing! I'm so blessed to have a mother who loved me, and loves me still, so well that I never have a moment's insecurity or doubt about it. She is truly my inspiration for the way a mom should be.
Proverbs 31:28a Her children rise up and call her blessed..
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