Mom on a Mission

Mom on a Mission

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Love Like A Mother

My definition of being a good mom has changed over the years. 
 Maybe I'm tireder or maybe I'm wiser, either way I've changed.

I'm not the field trip, theme birthday party, picnic kinda mom.  I still have little ones, but I don't do these things very often.

I love the women that do these amazing things, and I did them, years ago, but it never came super natural for me.
Maybe I'm tireder or maybe I'm wiser, but it just seems like a lot of extra work to take care of me these days also. 
I have given this job to Jesus full time. 
 He loves me and takes care of me and whips me into shape by His Word. 
 I still have to do the maintenance things that women do, but when it comes to caring for me....I need all the work on the inside where it lasts and I need a serious professional,
God himself, not myself.
  If I spend too much attention on the outside it just seems to get snotted on or puked soon after anyway.

When I asked the grown kids recently what we did that impacted their lives for the better, and the answers I got were things about relationship and time.  
Relationship with God and with people.
  Their answers had to do with the fact that Charlie and I were together forever,  and that we loved Jesus and taught them what that looked like at home in our daily lives.
  They answered, saying when we invited others in and opened our home and our hearts to others; it made an impact. 
 This seems so crazy, because when you invite others in, no matter what level, it means some sacrifice and sharing time and stuff.
  But this is what they valued the most. 
 Isn't that so opposite of what the world will tell you?

It reminded me of when the older kids were little kids and I had decided to make their summer amazing.  This was even before facebook or pinterest where I could get likes for such an awesome summer. 
I decided at least a couple of times each week we would go somewhere or do something that centered around them having fun and making memories.  
As I was exhausted at the end of these days, when I would tuck their tired little bodies into bed, I would ask what was their favorite part about the day,  and the answer would be something like this:
The Snacks.
When we stopped in and saw Meme at the fairgrounds.
When dad came home and we got hay together.

I was like what in the world am I doing????

My "me" time is usually spent running or driving. 
 There is something about forward movement, I guess.
 Running, because I love it and I need it;  I need to get this heart to beating and lungs working hard; and driving because I can strap down the little ones and let my heart and breathing calm down and I can enjoy good coffee and good worship music. 
  My "me" time is usually spent trying to keep my head on straight and my heart tender to the things of the Lord.  None of this comes super natural for me, it takes a super-natural God to keep my head and heart in the right rhythm. 
 I have to press in hard and long for a tender heart and clear mind.

The older I get the more Jesus time I need, not less.  I need to get before God and ask and receive from Him long before I can face the day or people. 

My kids are my first mission field, they see me at my worst and and my best, and I'm their first introduction to Jesus. 
 This terrifies me actually, but it's where I see God's grace the most at work in me and thru me.

2 Corinthians 4:15-16English Standard Version (ESV)

15 For it is all for your sake, so that as grace extends to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of God.
16 So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.

The way I see it, the outer layer isn't going to get any better at this point, and it's only going to last so many years I may as well  put the work on the inside, that can be transformed and renewed and be made more beautiful as the years go by forever.

The other part I have come to understand, is being a mother is a heart condition.  
Sometimes it comes thru birth and sometimes thru adoption, and sometimes just simply thru a mother's heart.  

When you have the heart of a mother, whether you are a mother or not, you just are a mother to anyone that comes into your heart and needs to be loved with the

God gave mothers the

 is fierce and wild and tender and big and crazy.

May we all love with the MOTHER LOVE and LOVE like a MOTHER!

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Pumped To Lay It Down

I had the privilege of attending CAFO  for a second time. 
Christian Alliance For Orphans.

I felt encouraged and humbled and blessed and encouraged and humbled and blessed and over and over again.

The theme seemed to be remembering that we are made from dust and God has put us together and breathed His life into us; He is amazing and He has invited us into His work to bring glory to Him and Him alone. 
What a privilege and honor and what amazing and challenging work He has invited us into.

We were surrounded for 2 days with thousands of people that are living this out in a beautiful way.  There is a lot of brokenness and restoration represented in this kind of conference.
 People are at the end of themselves,
 and yet so full of light and love.

God's heart is for the orphan, and there is no better way in my mind, to get close to  the heart of God than to care for the orphan. 
 It will rip your heart out of your chest and then God will do His thing and repair and reconcile hearts with His love.
He will do a work in all the hearts that bring their brokenness to Him for love and repair.
God is after our hearts and our kids' hearts,
 He is interested in lovers, not performers.
He is too good and too kind to settle for anything less than total

The beauty of orphans and orphan loving people is that is very clear that there is need of help and healing, and so it doesn't take long to get painfully honest.  This is a gift.  We all need to get to this place one way or another, because we all need Jesus to help and heal us, so the sooner the better.

I was reminded how disgusting our pride is and how amazing our God is. 
 In mission work of any kind we can start to think we have done something wonderful, when the truth of the matter is, our Father is so wonderful  and He invites us into His wonder and we get to enjoy a piece in the redemptive story. 
Many times the mission we are on, and the God we serve get switched around, 
we begin to worship
 ministry - family - work 
 because we once loved God; 
instead of doing all these very important things because we worship God and 
 Him first and most and forever.

Revelation 2:2-5New Living Translation (NLT)

“I know all the things you do. I have seen your hard work and your patient endurance. I know you don’t tolerate evil people. You have examined the claims of those who say they are apostles but are not. You have discovered they are liars. You have patiently suffered for me without quitting.
“But I have this complaint against you. You don’t love me or each other as you did at first! Look how far you have fallen! Turn back to me and do the works you did at first. If you don’t repent, I will come and remove your lampstand from its place among the churches.
One of the worst mistake we can make is to elevate anything we do, even good things, above our faithful Father who has given us life and breath.

We are so drawn to results and work that can be seen at the end of the day, and accomplishments that we can measure and share.  God is so much bigger and better than anything we can measure or accomplish. 
 I was reminded once again of how easy it is to GO and do and leave God in the dust, instead of remembering that I am made of dust, and He, in all His grace and mercy has allowed me to GO and do anything.

I've been tired and a bit overwhelmed in this season of my life.
 My parents have moved away, my big kids have moved away, and it's mostly me and my hard working man and our 6 non-driving, teen and young, very active, involved kids. 
 It's nothing compared to what so many are doing, but for a bit I was feeling pretty tired and lonely.  
All I had to do this weekend was look around and it humbled me.  
I quit looking at myself and began to turn to Jesus (this is repentance) and remember who is in charge, who is my strength, and who my faithful Father, who my provider is, and I'm ready to

Pumped up to lay flat on my face and be amazed that God allows me to be a part of 
with my life.
These peeps need me to remember and remind us that God holds us together and breathes HIS life into us;
instead of trying to hold it all together for us,
 in my flailing panicked hyperventilating routine.