My one word description of Motherhood is "constantness." Google the word and aside from the references to physics, it comes up time and again related to motherhood.
Motherhood never quits. Laundry continually accumulates. Kids need to eat on a daily basis. And, eating requires dishwashing, grocery shopping, menu planning, and on and on in a vicious cycle. Homeschooling is a long-term commitment. Character doesn't grow on its own. Moms work around the clock.
It simply never ends, and the rare moment of feeling "caught up" usually is just a passing fad. Sleep merely prolongs the inevitable, another day of demands. And, if you declare a holiday for yourself, it likely just means double, or triple, the work the following day.
Obviously, I enjoy many aspects of mothering as well. The snuggles, the "I wuv oo," the closeness, the discoveries, the relationships, and much more. But, sometimes I get bogged down in the constantness of the work and challenges and forget to consider those aspects.
As I drove to church this weekend, I wallowed in the fact that we would arrive horrifically late once again. Lately that has become the pattern. I am thankful for a church with a long service, otherwise sometimes we would miss half of it. I know this is just a phase with a baby and lots of other insanity, but it still bothers me.
As I fretted, a thought struck me.
One of those God moments. He speak so much more clearly when I come to the end of myself. I bemoaned the constantness of my role, and suddenly realized that the constantness of my life is outmatched by the constantness of God.
Had to be a verse for this, and it ran me over during the service. II Corinthians 2:14 says, "But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place."
Through me! As I plod through the piles of dirty clothes and the unfolded baskets of clean ones, through the sinks of dishes and the overcooked meal I prepared, through my failures and chores, my successes and moments, God leads. And, He leads not to weariness, but to TRIUMPH!
I savored the last phrase, and especially the last two words. "Every place." Through my role as mom His aroma wafts into each situation. His knowledge overpowers the drudgery like fabric softener from the dryer vent. The steam escaping from a freshly washed load of dishes has nothing on His fragrance that is unignorable.
He's there. He's always there. His Godness outplays the constantness of life every moment. I just need to look. He's leading the way constantly.
Life has some serious competition, or maybe I need to realize that life is no competition in comparison to my God.
But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place.
~II Corinthians 2:14~
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