I am preparing to speak next week about ‘Faith and Fear in Motherhood’. As I have prayed about what to say and how to say it, one thing keeps occurring to me –
Faith looks nothing like the pretty picture I have in my head.
The longer I am a mom, the more I realize that faith, every day, is less about the rules and the requirements, and more about our hearts. It is about living each day, confident that God is with us in the mundane. That He sees us. That He sees our children. That He loves us. That He loves our children.
Sometimes, faith looks nothing like we thought it would. Or like we think it should.
Sometimes, faith looks like this –
Faith is leaving the kids with your husband and actually enjoying your time alone in Target.
Faith is the only prayer of the day being the one you whisper in the middle of the night – “Please go back to sleep. Please go back to sleep.”
Faith is being willing to share the tough parts, the ugly parts, and the not often discussed parts of motherhood with other women.
Faith is taking a nap instead of doing the dishes.
Faith is finding another pediatrician that will listen, and not dismiss your concerns.
Faith is enrolling your child in preschool so that you can pay the bills.
Faith is pulling your child out of school because it’s just not working.
Faith is reading that bedtime story, one more time.
Faith is making hot chocolate on a cold day, for everyone to snuggle up and enjoy.
Faith is making your child a turkey sandwich, instead of requiring him to eat what you have cooked for the rest of the family.
Faith is requiring your child to eat what you have cooked for the rest of your family.
Faith making the decision to give your child medication, knowing other moms will judge.
Faith is making the decision not to give your child medication, knowing other moms will judge.
Faith is taking your Bible into the bathroom, because it’s the only place you can get a few minutes alone.
Faith is ordering pizza for dinner because you know you can’t cook and deal with a meltdown at the same time.
Faith is saying, “No” to that weekend away.
Faith is saying, “Yes” to that weekend away.
Faith is getting up and doing it all over again today, tomorrow, the next day and the next.
Faith is looking at your sweet child, sound asleep, and whispering, “Thank you, Jesus.”