We do a lot of things for our kids. Maybe the most important ones aren’t these great big giant super hero moves. But the more important things we do are the behind the scenes mind grueling day to day things that add up to “being their for them”. Lets face it the picking up of your child’s dirty socks will not end up in the toast at their wedding. But the mom was always there for me she was tirelessly on my side, will. Unfortunately we can’t reach that status of “always being there” without first going through the exhaustive state of “always being there”. Remember what you do does matter. No matter how small and inconsequential it seems. God is watching you and saying, “Thatta girl, love is shown in the service of others”.
Matthew 25:40″And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’
So if you are that mother this weekend, with a sick child that has run out of laundry and can’t sleep because you are listening for the dreaded call of “mom, mom”. Someone is watching and they notice the unconditional love and service you are giving.
I first posted this scripture on my wall 2 years ago but it’s meaning and implications for my life have only more recently been manifesting. When I began to pray on this truth and asking God how He would like for it to play out in my life I began to see the full meaning. My entire life began to be realigned to prioritize how I lived and treated people, to be most focused on their heart. I began to see my children’s hearts as precious and fragile. Their worth beyond compare, their hearts deserved protecting. And in this world sometimes ferociously protected. Every stream of influence however benign looking, was scrutinized not only the media I was putting into my children but into myself. I got rid of the TV and kept our DVD and VCR so that any movies or shows were approved by me. I also did this to remove the distraction from my husband and I so that our marriage could be strengthened with the time we spend talking at night not viewing junk.
I began to look at human interactions, and even conflict as not something to win or conquer. Instead I began to look at the intent of the persons heart behind the comments. No matter how mean or snippy the comments were when I asked God to reveal the truth behind their words I began to see people for the vulnerable hearts that they are. I began to pray for the person who made the careless remarks and not waste time on ranting about their behavior. (depending on the severity of the situation I needed to pray sometimes 50x that day to keep my heart safe) My personal prayer is; Lord Jesus reveal to me, Why did their comment hurt so bad, Why was my heart so vulnerable to their words and what does this person need me to pray for them? The results were remarkable. I have always been surprised by God’s answers. I have never been disappointed by how quickly my own heart healed from any careless humans remarks. In that healing my caring Savior helped me to see my life and all its little difficulties from an eternal perspective. I began to see my loving response to that person as a win for God’s team. When I stop and remember to pray, I am always rewarded by new insight into myself and the God I serve. Every conflict with God’s help has the potential to strengthen my heart.
Protect your heart and the heart of the people you love, no matter how unpopular that is to the rest of the world.
My husband was in the process of discovering information that would ultimately lead to him closing his business and I was waiting for the phone call that one of the children I worked with had passed on. When I got the phone call about the details of the funeral arrangements I was sitting on my dinning room floor holding the wall up. My daughter was mysteriously quiet. She had decided to get out a scoop and pour the flour and sugar canisters back and forth. Needless to say the flour got all over the floor. So what could I do but invite her brother to come make flour angels on the floor. If you already have a mess you might as well have fun.
I awoke to my freezer door standing open. I thought nothing of it. At the time we were selling our home so my mornings consisted of getting ready three children, myself and making sure the house was spotless. At about 15 minutes to our usual leaving time, I went back to wake up Grace. I pulled back the covers and found 3 carry out containers of half eaten ice-cream, melted into her bed, hair and face. She sat up in bed and her hair was straight up in the air. She commented, “Hi mom I was hungry”. I pulled a random t-shirt on her, put her hair in a ponytail, disguised the ice-cream with a bow and out the door we ran. No sooner had I opened the daycare/preschool door then I discovered lights, camera and action. You guessed it picture day!!! When I asked Grace about her ice-cream adventure later she said,” Momma I love ice-cream”!