The character of Melly in Gone with the Wind is one that sometimes I have mixed emotions about. She has these incredible attributes, but is (or maybe she isn’t) completely oblivious to some very bad activities going on right under her nose. There are times when I admire her ability to see good in everyone, and then there are times when I’m frustrated with how she can’t see a drop of mean in even the most distasteful characters. However, I have recently come across a description of her that I think may have reconciled all of those feelings into a genuine like for the character and what she embodies.
I return to the conversation between Scarlett and Grandma Fontaine in which Grandma describes Melanie as a strong woman that will be able to pull her family out of hard times much better than her husband. To this Scarlett laughs because all she can see of Melanie is the outward quiet. Grandma Fontaine points to the sense of calm authority and control, an air of gentle strength that is quite foreign to Scarlett. How many times do we as moms exhibit this? I know there are many times when I do not.
Although I fail at this sometimes, I love that I have the opportunity to show a quiet strength in the face of circumstances. There is no loud panic, but a resolute strength that is grounded in my faith that causes me to gently, but with purpose do what needs to be done. I am reminded of Psalm 18:35, "You have also given me the shield of Your salvation; Your right hand has held me up,Your gentleness has made me great." This is a verse used by one of my sisters-in-law when interacting with her kids. Our Heavenly Father can make us great through His gentleness, and we can live that in front of our kids.
The lessons Melly teaches us doesn't stop hear. Check back to see what else Melly shows us is an important part of Motherhood!
Friday, March 4, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Bend It Like Buckwheat - Part 2
As I was writing the last post, my eyes opened to another way in which we can be flexible. Yes, day to day tasks and interruptions can require a lot of bending, but that isn’t the only place that we have the choice to be dry, stiff, brittle, planted into our own vision.
I have yet to share the story of how our son came into our lives. It is one of my favorites, because not only is it the story of one of my greatest blessings, but also a story of life not turning out how I’d planned - it's better than I had planned. My husband and I had been married for a total of 8 months and were trying to get back to our “honeymoon phase” after dealing with a surgery for my husband, then a long hospital stay and recovery for my mom. Things were going well and we had gotten back into a good rhythm. He was continuing his undergrad education while I had just sent my application for a graduate program to a university in the area. Then, one day during a long weekend I emerge from the bathroom holding something my husband had never seen before. It was a stick that said I was pregnant. We were shocked. this wasn’t supposed to happen for another several years. We weren’t ready to be parents yet. I had always wanted to stay home with my kids when we started a family, but I hadn’t expected to start so early. I saw my plan of several years working in the field of I/O Psychology slipping through my fingers. My son is now two and we have made quite a journey from that day and so far we have learned a good deal about what it’s like to be buckwheat when it comes to the winds of God’s plan.
And that’s what I want to be when it comes to God’s will. I want to be bendable and shape-able. He has put in us hopes and dreams and it is those hopes and dreams that are a part of His will. We have beliefs, passions, and motivations. All of these are instrumental in pursuing His plan for us. However, we can get distracted. Maybe someone in our lives thinks that we should pursue something and it seems like a good idea. Perhaps you get distracted with your own vision. In the deepest places of your heart, you feel that this just isn’t going to fulfill you, but you go ahead with your plans anyway. But God calls to you again. Life happens and you find yourself seeing clearly what God had already drawn you to. For me, it was being a stay at home mom and one day using the experience in the field of childhood development.
So now what happens? Do you continue stubborn and planted in what you’ve planned or are you going to bend as what God called you to blows you in a different direction. Personally, I have been called back to something that whispered to me in the middle of a college classroom, and was taken away by fear. I am happier now than I have ever been. I feel complete and fulfilled, right where God wants me to be. Just remember in making that decision, what Grandma Fontaine said that stubborn, dry, stiff wheat ends up like after those winds of redirection blow.
I have yet to share the story of how our son came into our lives. It is one of my favorites, because not only is it the story of one of my greatest blessings, but also a story of life not turning out how I’d planned - it's better than I had planned. My husband and I had been married for a total of 8 months and were trying to get back to our “honeymoon phase” after dealing with a surgery for my husband, then a long hospital stay and recovery for my mom. Things were going well and we had gotten back into a good rhythm. He was continuing his undergrad education while I had just sent my application for a graduate program to a university in the area. Then, one day during a long weekend I emerge from the bathroom holding something my husband had never seen before. It was a stick that said I was pregnant. We were shocked. this wasn’t supposed to happen for another several years. We weren’t ready to be parents yet. I had always wanted to stay home with my kids when we started a family, but I hadn’t expected to start so early. I saw my plan of several years working in the field of I/O Psychology slipping through my fingers. My son is now two and we have made quite a journey from that day and so far we have learned a good deal about what it’s like to be buckwheat when it comes to the winds of God’s plan.
And that’s what I want to be when it comes to God’s will. I want to be bendable and shape-able. He has put in us hopes and dreams and it is those hopes and dreams that are a part of His will. We have beliefs, passions, and motivations. All of these are instrumental in pursuing His plan for us. However, we can get distracted. Maybe someone in our lives thinks that we should pursue something and it seems like a good idea. Perhaps you get distracted with your own vision. In the deepest places of your heart, you feel that this just isn’t going to fulfill you, but you go ahead with your plans anyway. But God calls to you again. Life happens and you find yourself seeing clearly what God had already drawn you to. For me, it was being a stay at home mom and one day using the experience in the field of childhood development.
So now what happens? Do you continue stubborn and planted in what you’ve planned or are you going to bend as what God called you to blows you in a different direction. Personally, I have been called back to something that whispered to me in the middle of a college classroom, and was taken away by fear. I am happier now than I have ever been. I feel complete and fulfilled, right where God wants me to be. Just remember in making that decision, what Grandma Fontaine said that stubborn, dry, stiff wheat ends up like after those winds of redirection blow.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I have found many little nuggets of truth as my son and I walk through northern Georgia with Scarlett and the rest. One of these urges us to let go of things that cause us to lose sight of our purpose. Another comes from a character named Grandma Fontaine. I really enjoy this character. She is a spunky old lady that is just too old to care about what anyone thinks. Her words are wise and she delivers them for the other person’s good whether it is what the person wants to hear or not.
Shortly after the funeral for her father, Scarlett finds herself in a private conversation with Grandma Fontaine. Although the two did not get along when Scarlett was a young girl, they now find that they have a lot in common and Grandma Fontaine decides to speak openly with Scarlett and to compliment her on how she adjusts to life. She likens herself and Scarlett to buckwheat, which differs from wheat in that it bends when strong winds come. Wheat breaks under such conditions. Most of their neighbors and friends, she says, are like wheat. They would not yield to the winds of change that were blowing into their lives. They insisted on staying right where they were, in the old ways of life, and as a result they were a broken people. She and Scarlett, though bent with the wind and when it was over still stood strong over the brokenness around them. They made the changes that were necessary to survive.
How often do the winds of change blow in our day to day lives and we need to survive them? This happens a lot to me and I must admit that I, currently, am more like wheat. I have my day planned out, my goals mapped. Nothing is going to stand in my way of having this day turn out exactly as I have planned! Then, the breeze picks up with the sound of a little boy sneezing, a fever running, the rain coming, the phone calls ringing, distractions increasing. In this I have a choice, am I going to become dry and stiff to the blowing wind and demand that this day go exactly how I want it to? Or, will I bend, let my agenda go and try to still make something out of the day?
I have found that not being like buckwheat can not only make the entire day a struggle on the outside, but can also affect the attitude in yourself and the household. It just seems to add to the turmoil already brewing. Yes, the day hasn’t been what I envisioned, but it has been another day to breathe, another day to kiss my husband, another day to run around with my son, another day to enjoy. Why waste it just because it didn’t turned out how I wanted?
You have no idea how difficult this will be for me. I really struggle with this type of concept. But I am determined to be less like wheat and get a little more sap in my day.
Shortly after the funeral for her father, Scarlett finds herself in a private conversation with Grandma Fontaine. Although the two did not get along when Scarlett was a young girl, they now find that they have a lot in common and Grandma Fontaine decides to speak openly with Scarlett and to compliment her on how she adjusts to life. She likens herself and Scarlett to buckwheat, which differs from wheat in that it bends when strong winds come. Wheat breaks under such conditions. Most of their neighbors and friends, she says, are like wheat. They would not yield to the winds of change that were blowing into their lives. They insisted on staying right where they were, in the old ways of life, and as a result they were a broken people. She and Scarlett, though bent with the wind and when it was over still stood strong over the brokenness around them. They made the changes that were necessary to survive.
How often do the winds of change blow in our day to day lives and we need to survive them? This happens a lot to me and I must admit that I, currently, am more like wheat. I have my day planned out, my goals mapped. Nothing is going to stand in my way of having this day turn out exactly as I have planned! Then, the breeze picks up with the sound of a little boy sneezing, a fever running, the rain coming, the phone calls ringing, distractions increasing. In this I have a choice, am I going to become dry and stiff to the blowing wind and demand that this day go exactly how I want it to? Or, will I bend, let my agenda go and try to still make something out of the day?
I have found that not being like buckwheat can not only make the entire day a struggle on the outside, but can also affect the attitude in yourself and the household. It just seems to add to the turmoil already brewing. Yes, the day hasn’t been what I envisioned, but it has been another day to breathe, another day to kiss my husband, another day to run around with my son, another day to enjoy. Why waste it just because it didn’t turned out how I wanted?
You have no idea how difficult this will be for me. I really struggle with this type of concept. But I am determined to be less like wheat and get a little more sap in my day.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Goodbye Gerald
My son usually falls asleep to a story. Well, most of the time, it’s a novel or history book. I read the novels and my husband reads to him out of whatever the current required reading is for one of his classes. I have no idea what my husband is reading to Caleb right now, but I am reading Gone with the Wind (without some of the more colorful language, of course). While I do not agree with many of the practices and concepts included, this book has always been dear to me as it is set in the area where I grew up. I’m also connected with the story because I see a lot of my mom’s childrearing practices in it. My sisters and I were raised to be ladies and my brothers to be gentlemen. Now, she didn’t adhere to the more outdated ways, but she taught appropriate and respectful behavior. Manners were quite a big deal in our home. So, for me, reading this book is like going home and seeing that red clay.
I was reading in it yesterday while my son tried to doze off for his nap, when a came across a speech that was given by one of the characters. It was given at the funeral of Gerald, the main character, Scarlett’s, father. From the mouth of a simple, even keeled man named Will, came a profound truth that struck me hard. He spoke of Gerald as a man that had come from another country, had different experiences, but was very much like his Southern neighbors in that “there warn’t nothin’ that come to him from the outside that could lick him.” Will told of a man who had seen and been through many difficult situations. In the face of each, “he just planted his front feet and stood his ground.” However, this same strong man “could be licked from the inside.” It was in the face of grief over his departed wife that he became “a mite addled.” He lost his sense of purpose and bearing. He was stuck. He wasn’t moving forward, but let something from the past hold him back from moving on with his life.
When I read that, I saw how I too can become “licked from the inside” by my own thoughts or from holding on to things in the past. Those things that we hold onto can be past hurts or maybe they are good things from the past, such as situations, events, or even people. We can also hold onto doubt, fear, distrust, and anger. All of these and others like them can steal away who we were before they crept into our lives. We can become disconnected from who we were and what we were called to do.
What I took from that is how unlike the later Gerald I want to be. I want to be like Gerald was in his prime, but with a twist. Instead of simply “planting my front feet,” I want to “stand my ground” with my feet firmly planted in the Word of God and His promises. I want to find my purpose in Him and what He has called me to do. This way there’s nothing that can come from the outside or the inside that can “lick me.”
I was reading in it yesterday while my son tried to doze off for his nap, when a came across a speech that was given by one of the characters. It was given at the funeral of Gerald, the main character, Scarlett’s, father. From the mouth of a simple, even keeled man named Will, came a profound truth that struck me hard. He spoke of Gerald as a man that had come from another country, had different experiences, but was very much like his Southern neighbors in that “there warn’t nothin’ that come to him from the outside that could lick him.” Will told of a man who had seen and been through many difficult situations. In the face of each, “he just planted his front feet and stood his ground.” However, this same strong man “could be licked from the inside.” It was in the face of grief over his departed wife that he became “a mite addled.” He lost his sense of purpose and bearing. He was stuck. He wasn’t moving forward, but let something from the past hold him back from moving on with his life.
When I read that, I saw how I too can become “licked from the inside” by my own thoughts or from holding on to things in the past. Those things that we hold onto can be past hurts or maybe they are good things from the past, such as situations, events, or even people. We can also hold onto doubt, fear, distrust, and anger. All of these and others like them can steal away who we were before they crept into our lives. We can become disconnected from who we were and what we were called to do.
What I took from that is how unlike the later Gerald I want to be. I want to be like Gerald was in his prime, but with a twist. Instead of simply “planting my front feet,” I want to “stand my ground” with my feet firmly planted in the Word of God and His promises. I want to find my purpose in Him and what He has called me to do. This way there’s nothing that can come from the outside or the inside that can “lick me.”
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Refreshing Waters
You’ve never had water until you’ve dipped your hand in an ice cold mountain stream and brought the crisp, clean water to your lips after a good walk. Oh, it is delicious! The water is untouched by chemicals (yes, I know that it has been touched by various woodland creatures), and tastes like nothing else. The memory of that water is one of my fondest childhood memories. I can still remember how cold it was and how clean it tasted.
I was reading in Proverbs 17 today, and came across verse 4 – “A person’s words can be life-giving water; words of true wisdom are as refreshing as a bubbling brook.” It is so true that words can be just as refreshing as that cold stream that I drank from as a child. They can revive a person that is parched from life.
As moms, we can refresh each other with our words. It seems that few things wear us down like the journey of motherhood. There are those places and people along the way that are just like a cold spring who renew our strength using just their words. It can be a mentor that stays with you for the whole journey. Maybe it’s just that sweet person behind you in the checkout aisle at the grocery store that’s “been there” and tells you that you’re doing a great job at handling your rambunctious crew when you think that you’ve, yet again, failed as a mom.
It has been evident to me on more than one occasion that moms can reach other moms in a special way. We have the power to encourage each other, to make each other reach higher levels. We also have the power to destroy dreams and spirits. Just log onto just about any forum sight out there and you will find perfect examples of both and this is heartbreaking. We have comfort happening in one discussion and venomous words spewing in another. Before going any further, let me say that when the health and safety of a child is involved then correction is needed. I do not think that when a child is being hurt in any way that fellow mothers should be silent. With that said, let me continue. A difference of opinion is what typically brings about these heated exchanges. In some cases several contributors might gang up on the one that has a differing opinion.
I know that as moms, we are passionate. We’re passionate about almost anything that involves our kids. I think God made us this way for a reason. It creates something in us that enables us to take care of our children, and when used in that manner it is a wonderful thing. However, when we verbally assault another mom because she may not hold something quite as dear as we do, many times it crushes her spirit. Perhaps she questions whether or not she is a fit mother. She may doubt her abilities. She may try to fit into a mold that was never intended to be hers.
It really does sadden me to see this going on. Places where moms are able to connect, whether it is in person or on the computer, should be a place where moms can find comfort, shelter, friendship, strength, and information. Maybe the information aspect will persuade them to do something differently or just have a greater respect for those that do hold another opinion.
I’m not perfect at this. Although, I am not one for confrontation I frequently find myself fuming over the decision of another mom. It isn’t hurting the child, but according to my research and opinion is not best. I may still hold my opinion, but it doesn’t excuse me from being to that mom what we should all be to each other – “life giving water and refreshing brooks” through our words.
I was reading in Proverbs 17 today, and came across verse 4 – “A person’s words can be life-giving water; words of true wisdom are as refreshing as a bubbling brook.” It is so true that words can be just as refreshing as that cold stream that I drank from as a child. They can revive a person that is parched from life.
As moms, we can refresh each other with our words. It seems that few things wear us down like the journey of motherhood. There are those places and people along the way that are just like a cold spring who renew our strength using just their words. It can be a mentor that stays with you for the whole journey. Maybe it’s just that sweet person behind you in the checkout aisle at the grocery store that’s “been there” and tells you that you’re doing a great job at handling your rambunctious crew when you think that you’ve, yet again, failed as a mom.
It has been evident to me on more than one occasion that moms can reach other moms in a special way. We have the power to encourage each other, to make each other reach higher levels. We also have the power to destroy dreams and spirits. Just log onto just about any forum sight out there and you will find perfect examples of both and this is heartbreaking. We have comfort happening in one discussion and venomous words spewing in another. Before going any further, let me say that when the health and safety of a child is involved then correction is needed. I do not think that when a child is being hurt in any way that fellow mothers should be silent. With that said, let me continue. A difference of opinion is what typically brings about these heated exchanges. In some cases several contributors might gang up on the one that has a differing opinion.
I know that as moms, we are passionate. We’re passionate about almost anything that involves our kids. I think God made us this way for a reason. It creates something in us that enables us to take care of our children, and when used in that manner it is a wonderful thing. However, when we verbally assault another mom because she may not hold something quite as dear as we do, many times it crushes her spirit. Perhaps she questions whether or not she is a fit mother. She may doubt her abilities. She may try to fit into a mold that was never intended to be hers.
It really does sadden me to see this going on. Places where moms are able to connect, whether it is in person or on the computer, should be a place where moms can find comfort, shelter, friendship, strength, and information. Maybe the information aspect will persuade them to do something differently or just have a greater respect for those that do hold another opinion.
I’m not perfect at this. Although, I am not one for confrontation I frequently find myself fuming over the decision of another mom. It isn’t hurting the child, but according to my research and opinion is not best. I may still hold my opinion, but it doesn’t excuse me from being to that mom what we should all be to each other – “life giving water and refreshing brooks” through our words.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Nothing for Today...and Yet...
I have to be honest, I really have nothing today. I have pondered all day what to share with you all and I keep coming back to...nothing. Do you ever have those days?
On these type of days, I face some of my biggest challenges as a mom. I feel a little lost and everything that tries to beckon me out of the fog and back into a clear world is a nuisance. Patience is thin and vision is blurred. And with my vision blurred I start to question other things, such as my place as a stay at home mom. I doubt my calling. I think that is the worst part about these types of days. I hate not having goals and a vision, well at least not being able to see them clearly and pursue them with a decided course. I lose sight of who I am and what my place is here.
I know my little guy picks up on this. He gets confused because mommy is in "a funk." No matter how I try to act normal, he can always tell in his young mind.
I can't help but think of the character that Meg Ryan plays in You've Got Mail, Kathleen Kelly. She is owns a children's bookstore, the same one that her mother owned. One day, she asks her boyfriend what it is that she actually does to which he replies that she is a "lone reed." I think of this on those days and I ask myself, "What is it that I do?" But the answer of "lone reed" is not accurate. That's what I want to get across with this post because I know that almost every mom out there asks herself this question from time to time. This is one of the things that I want to communicate with this blog: that we all fail sometimes, sometimes we all lose sight of vision, we all have days where we feel like "supermom," we all have days that everything is clear and life is a beautiful thing. Be encouraged that many other moms have shared in what your day is today whether it's a great one or a challenge. We've all been there or will soon have our day in that place.
This is not a post for pity, but is instead just something encouraging sent out to, in Kathleen's words, the void. So, as Kathleen would say "goodnight void," I hope you've found this to be encouraging. I know I have.
On these type of days, I face some of my biggest challenges as a mom. I feel a little lost and everything that tries to beckon me out of the fog and back into a clear world is a nuisance. Patience is thin and vision is blurred. And with my vision blurred I start to question other things, such as my place as a stay at home mom. I doubt my calling. I think that is the worst part about these types of days. I hate not having goals and a vision, well at least not being able to see them clearly and pursue them with a decided course. I lose sight of who I am and what my place is here.
I know my little guy picks up on this. He gets confused because mommy is in "a funk." No matter how I try to act normal, he can always tell in his young mind.
I can't help but think of the character that Meg Ryan plays in You've Got Mail, Kathleen Kelly. She is owns a children's bookstore, the same one that her mother owned. One day, she asks her boyfriend what it is that she actually does to which he replies that she is a "lone reed." I think of this on those days and I ask myself, "What is it that I do?" But the answer of "lone reed" is not accurate. That's what I want to get across with this post because I know that almost every mom out there asks herself this question from time to time. This is one of the things that I want to communicate with this blog: that we all fail sometimes, sometimes we all lose sight of vision, we all have days where we feel like "supermom," we all have days that everything is clear and life is a beautiful thing. Be encouraged that many other moms have shared in what your day is today whether it's a great one or a challenge. We've all been there or will soon have our day in that place.
This is not a post for pity, but is instead just something encouraging sent out to, in Kathleen's words, the void. So, as Kathleen would say "goodnight void," I hope you've found this to be encouraging. I know I have.
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Heart of a Mother
Let’s go back to the verse that started all of this, Proverbs 4:23 – “Above all else, guard your heart, for it affects everything you do,” and bring it back to the central reason for this blog, the journey of motherhood. As moms, it is especially important because “all” includes our way of mothering.
The importance of the heart isn’t lost on one of the greatest pediatrician’s ever to practice (well, at least in my opinion). Throughout her 75 year practice she taught moms that they already have what they need to be great moms, and it did not include having a good pediatrician for your child. I completely agree. Armed with common sense, responsibility, and our hearts, we have been provided with the best equipment possible to be great moms.
Knowing that our heart affects all that we do also calls attention to a warning: what happens when your heart isn’t as it is supposed to be? What if it is filled with bitterness or worry? What if doubts have taken root in our heart? I know that I can see when I have a new unwanted visitor in my heart. I see it in living color as I interact with my son. It negatively affects the way that I act towards him. That is when I know to do as David did (see Enemies of Another Kind post), do what I can do, offer the rest to God, then praise Him for the victory as I watch Him defeat that enemy. Immediately, after the problem has been uprooted I see a difference in my mothering.
What happens, though, when it is a deep rooted issue? When the enemy has been housed in your heart for a long time? Maybe you carry scars from childhood. Maybe when you were a teenager you received one of those arrows that Brent Curtis and John Eldridge spoke of (see Small Visitors Can Cause Big Problems)in their book. First, professional assistance, such as counseling, may be needed. However, whether you need professional assistance is needed or not, the process outlined by David still applies. The only difference is that the process will be a longer one, but one in which there will be progress. And progress is a victory in itself. Just pursue those little victories and praise God for every one of them. One day you’ll do an inventory on your heart and find that your heart has changed and for the better.
The heart is also where God whispers to us. For me, it has been extremely important to keep my heart in a place where God can speak through it. It has been in His whispers that I have found the most profound advice in how to be the mom He has called me to be. He knows what our children need because He made them. He knows what they cannot communicate when they are very small or just don’t understand. He can lead you in the journey of motherhood like no one else can. His whispers bring answers and peace; your heart just needs to be a place to hear Him.
I encourage you not to forget your heart after the pink and red decorations come down. Always keep an eye on it, guard it. And when you find that something is knocking, make sure that the only one you let in is your Savior who will only bring with Him the greatest love ever known. With that love there is no limit to the kind of mom you can be for your kids.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope it is a great one!
The importance of the heart isn’t lost on one of the greatest pediatrician’s ever to practice (well, at least in my opinion). Throughout her 75 year practice she taught moms that they already have what they need to be great moms, and it did not include having a good pediatrician for your child. I completely agree. Armed with common sense, responsibility, and our hearts, we have been provided with the best equipment possible to be great moms.
Knowing that our heart affects all that we do also calls attention to a warning: what happens when your heart isn’t as it is supposed to be? What if it is filled with bitterness or worry? What if doubts have taken root in our heart? I know that I can see when I have a new unwanted visitor in my heart. I see it in living color as I interact with my son. It negatively affects the way that I act towards him. That is when I know to do as David did (see Enemies of Another Kind post), do what I can do, offer the rest to God, then praise Him for the victory as I watch Him defeat that enemy. Immediately, after the problem has been uprooted I see a difference in my mothering.
What happens, though, when it is a deep rooted issue? When the enemy has been housed in your heart for a long time? Maybe you carry scars from childhood. Maybe when you were a teenager you received one of those arrows that Brent Curtis and John Eldridge spoke of (see Small Visitors Can Cause Big Problems)in their book. First, professional assistance, such as counseling, may be needed. However, whether you need professional assistance is needed or not, the process outlined by David still applies. The only difference is that the process will be a longer one, but one in which there will be progress. And progress is a victory in itself. Just pursue those little victories and praise God for every one of them. One day you’ll do an inventory on your heart and find that your heart has changed and for the better.
The heart is also where God whispers to us. For me, it has been extremely important to keep my heart in a place where God can speak through it. It has been in His whispers that I have found the most profound advice in how to be the mom He has called me to be. He knows what our children need because He made them. He knows what they cannot communicate when they are very small or just don’t understand. He can lead you in the journey of motherhood like no one else can. His whispers bring answers and peace; your heart just needs to be a place to hear Him.
I encourage you not to forget your heart after the pink and red decorations come down. Always keep an eye on it, guard it. And when you find that something is knocking, make sure that the only one you let in is your Savior who will only bring with Him the greatest love ever known. With that love there is no limit to the kind of mom you can be for your kids.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope it is a great one!
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