The Mission of Being a Mom

The mission of being a mom

Some of my earliest childhood memories is from going to church with my grandmother.  I remember the red buttons on the pew and how I would neatly stack the quarters my grandmother gave me for offering on them each week.  I remember how my aunt would always share a half a stick of gum with me.  I remember how proud everyone was of me that I could recite the Lord’s prayer from memory.  I can still sing the songs that I was taught in Sunday School there even though I haven’t heard them for years.  I can vividly remember hearing the story about the woman at the well and how my little ears heard the “woman and the whale.”  Oh, how I wish there was flannel graph that day!  That story perplexed my little pre-school mind and it stuck with me.  It was years later before the real meaning of the story stuck out to me.  To this day, when I hear the story about the Samaritan woman I pause for a moment and think back to my mental image of a woman and a whale.

It’s a funny story to look back on now but at the same time it terrifies me.  It’s paralyzing to think of how much little minds can remember.  That whale is etched in my mind.  Oh, how I desire to train my daughter and son up right.  Being a parent is an enormous responsibility….and opportunity.  I don’t want to squander it.

Deuteronomy 6:6-7 says, “These words, which I am commanding you today, shall be on your heart; and you shall teach them diligently to your sons and shall talk of them when you sit in your house and when you walk by the way and when you lie down and when you rise up.”

Teaching children about God and His Word is a non-stop, 24-7 duty.  As I’m reminding myself again that I need to be intentional about what I’m teaching my children I want to encourage you to do the same.  We’re teaching them things every day by the way we live and behave.  Let’s make sure we’re teaching them spiritual truths too.  What a blessing it is to be a spiritual guide to our children!

A Sumptuous Feast

Preparing a Sumptuous Feast

A Sumptuous Feast

Zoe Elmore

“Feed the church of God, which He bought with his own blood.”  Acts 20:28b (NIV)

You’ve heard a mother-in-law joke. We all have. I’m not proud to admit it, but in the past I’ve told a few.

But my mother-in-law, Catherine, was the farthest thing from a punch line in a mother-in-law joke. She was a spiritual giant all wrapped up in tiny 4-foot-10 inch bundle of sunshine. Down to earth, kind, and unpretentious.

When you entered her home you were greeted with warm hugs and the aroma of her latest creation wafting from her tiny kitchen. She was one of the best cooks I ever met. Cooking never seemed arduous or tedious for Catherine.

She took great pleasure in preparing and feeding her family, spending days preparing a sumptuous family dinner just to have it consumed in moments. Empty plates and platters were her delight. Sending home leftovers were her bliss. Before the meal we all would bow our heads to hear her words of blessing and gratitude.

Catherine’s spiritual life was a lot like those meals. It was satisfying and full of nourishment. She poured the word of God into our lives as easily as she filled our glasses with sweet tea.

Toward the end of her life, she broke her wrist and I had the privilege to care for her. I bathed and dressed her each morning, fed her breakfast, then sat on the floor at her feet while she fed me from God’s holy word. She recited her favorite verses from memory and read to me from her daily devotion book. Her prayers were like honey, sweet with remembrances of God’s goodness and faithfulness to her. Those prayers were infused with gratitude for His enduring strength and perfumed with her love for Jesus.

The angels surely paused long enough to add an amen!

In the few weeks she and I spent together I was treated to some of the richest and tastiest morsels from God’s word I have ever feasted on.

There was once a time that I wondered how she managed to turn out delectable meals from her tiny kitchen, but also how she became a professional at serving up God’s word to her family.

She often said, “Honey, it all begins on your knees. If you spend enough time with my Jesus, He will teach you every thing you need to know about feeding your family.” angel biscuits and sweet tea aren’t the only things I miss about my mother-in-law. I miss her tiny kitchen and the fresh serving of prayer she whispered while feeding her family.

Yes, her kitchen now sits quiet and dark, but the feasting of a spiritual legacy of her love for God and her family lives on.

Dear Lord, help me to be a wife and mom that feeds her family from the kitchen and from Your word. May I leave a legacy for those you’ve entrusted in my care. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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