Motherhood~There is no more demanding work in all the world, no more awe-inspiring job description than raising godly seed. It will challenge all the genius, talent and grace that any human being could possess… It is the highest calling any woman can enter. ~Walter J. Chantry


First Entry!

Well, I am going to go ahead and give the world of blogging a shot. I used to blog way back when and sort of gave up the habit of typing my random thoughts down when I had my second child, so out of pure curosity to see if I can actually get back into the habit here I am! I could write amazing blogs if thought actually came out automatically but then that might be kind of scary at the same time, with out an edit or delete before it hits the screen!

Today is an amazingly beautiful day. It's March but feels like April or May which makes everyone feel a little more happier and hopeful that spring really is on its way. Chad and I took the boys to the park today and we were all able to strech out our legs and run around in the warm sun. It was nice and I am once again thankful for the opportunity to raise such sweet boys. Chad Jr. befriended another boy and it was cute to watch the way he interacted with the other boy, whom I think was a little younger then Chad Jr.

It made me think of all the hard work that mothers put into raising their children. There is so much sweat, blood, and tears so to speak (and quite litterally, too!) There are sleepless nights and dinners spent arguing with your toddlers to sit down, eat this, don't touch him!! There are are doctors visits and time when you don't have a single minute to rest....but even with all the work....and I have not even lived to see all of the "work" yet it is truly the most fufilling job ever. I have always been allured and facinated with the missionaries at our church. The lifestyle and the sacrifice they bring to a people who have not heard about the saving grace of the Lord Jesus. I think, now they are truly living out God's plan for mankind. I often dream of a day  that I will be able to serve the Lord in that way. How wonderful to serve along a fellow believer and dish out food to a hungry soul, then litterally be able to feed their soul with the Gospel, too! As I longingly (and quite oftenly!) dream of being a missionary I feel God nudge me and whisper, I have called you to be a missionary right in your own home....I came across this poem today and couldn't resist sharing it!


After marriage God called me to the mission field -

A little bundle needing all my care,

A disciple in touch with my life, obedient to all he hears.

Then came some more all in a row.

Everywhere I went, six little arrows in tow.

God had to call me again to His mission field.

I answered, "To China, to Africa, to Israel, oh where?"

His voice was clear, soft and gentle. My ministry arranged -

"My child, you are to polish our arrows,

Preparing them for My call to spread my

Words of life for other nations to see."

"Lord," I cried, "Loneliness surrounds my soul,

No other woman stands with me answering your call.

The sacrifice is great."

Women give way to another's voice, pulling them away

from their home, far from the quiver."

Once more I pleaded, "May I go too, Lord, I feel the call

To share with the lost, Life giving words,

To feed the hungry a satisfying meal."

"My child," Jesus replied, "You share with your

children salvation and truth.

Feed them meals under your roof.

Discipline them, train them and then lie down in peace,

For sacrificial love have you given to make the world right.

Arise in the morning, open My book,

Teach them into My eyes they must look."

"Yes, Lord, I replied, "But should I serve you in a more

obvious way?"

"Child, my sweet child," God spoke once more.

I anointed you to do this work - the high calling of Motherhood.

To show our children the need for my love."

"Lord,", I sought out, still not fully convinced,

"Should I sew for those in thread barren clothes,

a Dorcas, a Martha?" "Sit at my feet, my child, listen to me.

Your daughter needs dresses, your sons warm shirts,

The button of your husband's coat still lies on the table. Pick up your mantle, the rod of Aaron.

Lead my women back to their home.

"Yes, Lord." Filled and content, I took my position in God's mission field.

Hungry faces graced my bedside.

Clothed in God's mantle, children at my side,

I prepared breakfast.


You see, mother's today are often not envied or shown in the most positve, beautiful light. But mother's bear a tremedous responsibilty to train their children to go out into a dying, imperfect world and bear the light of Christ. I tremble thinking about how I often fail in training my own two boys but am renewed when I remember Christ is guiding my every step and fall along the way. Oh to be a missionary in a far way land! How exciting, yes! But God has already revealed to me my calling and while it isn't always glamourous it is a missionary position! "Lord, please make me into the mold You have set aside for me and other Christian mothers. Help me not yearn to be the world's image of a woman or mother today. Help me follow You boldly so my children may set out into this world and change it for You!!"

**Our children are the messages to the world we will not live to see!**

1 comment:

Sarah beth said...

I am glad your back to blogging, i love reading yours on myspace!!!! wow that poem is so beautiful..i never looked at motherhood as a calling and i am not sure why I didnt, because it def is!! We are being called to raise and train up a child, what a wonderful honor that is! what a blessing, God is sooo good, He really is! I do have to admit being a missionary sounds pretty amazing for the soul as well..maybe our children will be! :)