This was shared by someone at our last church baby shower, and I thought it was so good I wanted to share it here! It's called Loving Jesus by Megan Breedlove.
I started my day early, before the room was light. I lifted my son from his crib and wished it was still night. But as I held him close and said, "Hi, Kenneth, precious one," I knew that as I greeted him, I greeted too God's son.
When my daughter woke up later, calling, "Mommy! Mommy! Down!" I picked her up and hugged her in her worn Elmo nightgown. I know she felt the closeness that a mother's touch affords. I welcomed not just Ellie, but so, too, the Lord of Lords.
That day, I mixed some formula and opened jars of peas. I fixed some "pizza butter" bread when she grinned and said, "Pleeeeease." I heated up some leftovers; I had to nuke them twice. And when I fed my children, I was feeding Jesus Christ.
I made some funny faces, and "played puzzles" on the floor. I dressed kitties, ran around outside, and played with them some more. We laughed and jumped and tickled, making memories to be stored. When I spent time with my children, I spent time with my Lord.
I wiped up sticky cereal and washed the dishes clean. I straightened, picked up, put away, and dusted in between. I did six loads of laundry and folded it like new. When I cleaned for my children, I cleaned for my Savior, too.
When my children were both crying, I held them in my arms. I cuddled them and whispered that I'd keep them safe from harm. I told them how their Father saved them with His perfect Lamb. When I comforted my children, I comforted I AM.
Later on that evening, I put them in the bath. I washed their little bodies as they kicked around and splashed. I dried them in soft towels and put their jammies on. When I had washed my children's feet, I'd washed the Holy One.
I cooked and cleaned and rearranged, made beds and taught and played. I made sure that we had food to eat and that we often prayed. I died to self. I made a home from ordinary things. But when I served my children, I served the King of Kings.
To some, I have done nothing, but to two, I've done the world. I made eternal difference to my precious boy and girl, and to the One who watches over every pathway that I've trod. For when I've loved my precious children, I've loved Almighty God.
It brings tears to my eyes! I especially love the last part. To some it may seem like we aren't doing much, but to our children, we've done the world. Moms, what you do matters and it does have eternal significance! Keep going strong!
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Moms, what you do matters.
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Kelsey this is great! Thanks so much for sharing it, it really puts bring a parent into perspective!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! I really liked it too- I want to keep it handy and read it often as a reminder!
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