I know it has been a little while since I posted…like years…but I’m back. When I started this blog it was a place for me to process and connect with other parents as I went through the ups and downs of motherhood. I was a new mom dealing with heavy burdens and this blog gave me the opportunity to not feel so isolated. I would write a post about Lollipop’s physical therapy and get tons of messages from moms all over the country who were dealing with the same thing. I was the mom of two tiny kiddos with #3 on the way. The reason I stopped writing so abruptly was that we went to our 20-week ultrasound with baby #3 and the news we received during that visit rocked me to my core. I felt nervous about processing my emotions for the entire internet to read and I still don’t know if I want to process it all on this blog…maybe someday.
I am now the mother of 4 beautiful kids, three bio kids and one adopted and as I read back over some of my old posts it’s funny how I am still learning the same lessons I learned and struggled through then. One thing I have learned between then and now is that the only thing that really makes me a better mom is living under a constant steady flow of the Holy Spirit.
I remember the first song my husband and I wrote together was called Washed Away in the summer of 2003. (And when I say my husband and I wrote it together in 2003 I mean that we were not husband and wife then. We were
basically children 15 & 16 years old and just entering the dinosaurs butterflies-in-your-stomach phase of our relationship.) I wrote the lyrics while I was hiking in Mexico. I was up on a mountain and we stopped at a waterfall. I walked out onto the waterfall and sat on a rock in the middle of the water and had some quiet time with the Lord. As I sat there I saw all of these giant, jagged, rough, dirty rocks and boulders all around me. I noticed how different these rocks looked compared to the perfectly smooth, clean rocks under me and under the steady stream of the rushing water. I reached out to touch one of these smooth rocks and marveled at how even though it was solid and immovable it almost felt soft. It was in that moment that I saw myself in those rocks and I realized that I wanted to be the rock under the rushing water. I wanted all of my rough spots and jagged edges and dirt washed away by the constant downpour of the Holy Spirit in my life. And one of the most important things I have learned is that if I truly wanted to be that clean smooth rock it’s going to take more than one big bucket of water every Sunday morning at church or when I can fit a quiet time in between diapers & homework & dinner & sleep (oh, precious sleep)…
In order for me to be that smooth, clean rock it is going to take a river, that never stops running, flowing over me. I have to commit to never stepping out of that rushing water. And the amazing thing is that those rocks can never make that transformation on their own. No matter how hard they try, those jagged edges will never be smoothed out without the constant power of that rushing water. In that same way, God’s constant power in my life can transform me simply by doing what He created me to do and that is accept His love, love Him back and be willing to change for the better…every minute of every day.
How do we do that? By remembering that every moment is sacred and purposed to bring Him glory. Every moment, even the poopy diapers and the homework and the late dinners and the bedtime routines. It is all sacred.
How do you keep every moment sacred? Any practical tips? I’d love to hear them!