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My “baby” sister recently experienced a heartbreaking end to her engagement. She’s 8 years younger and the most adored gem of our family. When it happened, I felt a surge of love and protection well within me that mixed with memories of my own broken hearts. All of that poured out into a letter that I posted here on my blog.
In writing that letter, I was reminded of the fact that the perfect God of the universe is in perfect control. That certainly doesn’t negate my agency to choose my destiny, but it provides me with an added measure of assurance that He will not steer me wrong. There is joy in knowing that God is in control. I was also reminded that there is joy to be found in the path I’m currently on. All too often, I find myself dreaming about what I want to happen next, or even what I wish the path were like today. And while yes, we must plan and prepare and hope for the future, we must not miss the experience of today.
As I looked forward to speaking in Yuma, I began praying for the women there–praying to know what God needed them to hear. And when I am waiting for an answer from God, I pay special attention to the situations, conversations, and lessons that pop up around me. I look to see what He places in my path. And a message that reoccurred time and time again in the weeks that led up to the conference was this: We can (and must) find joy in womanhood, and especially in motherhood.
At first, I wondered how I, a single woman and mother of no children, could testify, with strength and understanding, of this principle. But after thinking about it (a lot), I came to realize that I am actually perfectly suited for this task. Please know that I am certain motherhood is hard. I realize that it is not all peaches and cream. Sometimes I’m grateful I can give crying babies back to their mothers. But most (all) of the time, there is nothing I ache for more.
To those of you who wish you were “doing something” with your degrees or lives, I’d like to tell you that, as someone who has earned the positions and the promotions, who has earned a dollar or two for her day’s work, who has received awards and praise and pats on the back for a job well done, who has a resume that could get me almost any position in any marketing firm in the country … I would trade every dollar, every award, every pat on the back, every promotion, and every business suit to wipe up a puddle of spilled milk, to wash off spaghetti faces, to find a crayola mural on the freshly painted wall, or to rock a crying baby back to sleep at 2 a.m. Because with all the spills, the messes, the tears, and the sleeplessness, a mother also gets all the kisses (no matter how slobbery they may be), first steps, afternoons baking cookies, Christmas mornings, and sleeping little ones with all their sweetness cradled in her arms.
I hope that those of you who are blessed with children realize what you have. I hope you don’t forget the joy it is to be a mother. I hope that when you finish reading this that you’ll go scoop your babies up and smooch them, and squish them, and love on ‘em. I hope you can find your smile when the temper tantrum happens in the middle of the store. I hope you’ll take a picture when your 4-year-old sticks an entire sheet of stamps to the car window (I did that to my parents). I hope you can laugh when your teenager uses dish soap in the dishwasher and it fills the entire kitchen with a 4-foot wall of bubbles (I did that too). I hope you enjoy those moments! Enjoy what you’re a part of. You are mothers! And you are blessed.
To those of you like me, who don’t have children yet, I hope you will realize (and remember) the divinity that lies within you. I hope you will cultivate a mother’s heart and look forward to the day when you can bear and rear children. I know that there is no greater calling than to be a mother.
And to all of you ladies, I hope that you will ever find the joy that comes from being a woman–a daughter of God. Your worth in the eyes of heaven is beyond comprehension. I plead that you will let that understanding work in you and settle into your soul. And never let the world tell you otherwise.
Thank you for always turning me to Him. You have an incredible way of doing that. I needed this really bad today. Being a mom IS really (really, really) hard. But it IS the best job in the world.
Do you want to be my live-in Nanny until you have your own kids? My girls would LOVE you!!
You, as always are right on! Motherhood is hard, but worth every minute and I am so glad that the women in Yuma got to hear you speak.
You are such a blessing. I might be even more jealous that they got to hear you sing!!! How did you get that opportunity and how would I go about getting you an opportunity to do the same sort of thing here?
Gracie isn’t feeling well tonight and Bob missed his flight. She wanted to sleep in my bed. I have been dreading going to bed because she is a kicker, and a talker, and a snuggler. I rarely sleep when she is in my bed, but tonight I am now excited to go to bed and snuggle my little girl and thank the Lord that I am a mother. Each day my wrinkled clothes, stained shirts, pony tailed hair and no makeup show I am a true mother. My kids come first and Krista I do treasure them, every moment. I hope you know they are worth the wait. One day my friend, and I want you to know I will cry on the day you have a child, great big crocodile tears of joy. I love you!
Krista
You are such an amazing writer. I am amazed, well not amazed because it is you of course. I am so glad we got back in touch. Say hi to your sis. By the way my daughter stuck a whole book of stamps to the TV at two. I guess she thought they were stickers. I just had to laugh.
Okay, I was crying before, but now I’m just bawling. This really helps. I know that I am so blessed to be a mother. I know that this may seem trivial, but having no marriage prospects (that I knew of) at 25 brought me to a lot of the pain where I wondered when and if I would ever have these blessings. I swore that if I were granted the blessing, I would never take it for granted . . . but it does get hard, so it’s good to strip me back down to these emotions. So while I do have children, I am glad to be able to know a little of both sides of the coin. I know I am not writing this well, but thanks for the much-needed inspiration.