I recently wrote a post over at Flats to Flip Flops for Thoughtful Thursday. I thought I'd share it here, too.
I love my kids so much that I can think about them as I lie in bed and tears will well up in my eyes. How did I get so lucky to be blessed with these two amazing little people? How was I ever good enough for God to bestow such gifts on me?
If I feel unworthy, how did Mary feel to be carrying the babe that was to save us all?
How precious that baby was. I love that baby even more than my own.
The truth is, God did choose me to mother these kids. I feel so passionate about this that I stay at home with them so that I can train them up in the ways of the Lord. My husband and I lead a high school youth group. It is our ministry to our community. We in no way feel that we are to train the kids that come to our home once a week. We merely assist their parents. We minister to those that may not otherwise learn about God's love.
With that being said, no one is to train my kids, except my husband and myself.
God didn't put that on anyone else's agenda, but ours. He created a love in us for our kids that no one else can feel. That love is an incentive to train our kids to love and fear the Lord.
I want to encourage mothers. I know what if feels like to go day, after day, with no accolades. I went through college getting praised for my skills and grades. I worked several years getting praised for being a great teacher and serving the kids in my classroom. I know how good that feels.
I also know that it doesn't hold a candle to the feeling I will experience when my children walk in the light of the Lord. As a stay-at-home mommy, we have to keep our eyes on the prize. I choose to forgo the praise of man, and look to the praise of my Father. I choose to train my kids and hear him say, "well done, good and faithful servant."