A Mother's Job is Never Done

A mothers job is never done... I wouldn't want it to be.

This journey of motherhood has been about so many things.

It is part of my life-calling.

I have embraced it, and it is who I am.

I love it,, cry over it, and complain about it all in a day.

Lately though, I am thinking more on not just what I need to teach my children, but what they REALLY see.

I know that they learn from what I do, but I am thinking more about what they see IN ME!

In me,, as inside my heart.

It is not so easy to hide things such as : discontent, sadness, worry, and those things that I had taught myself to "deal with in the quiet moments."

They are hiding beneath the surface, and children can "see them."

I try to be honest with my children. Tell them my struggles, and things that I am working on. I believe that we can teach them through our honesty and by using God's Word as the Healer of all problems we may struggle with.

But, there ARE times, when my heart wants to heal alone. Times when I need to process the day and the things that I may have to work through. Talk to the Lord and ask for help. And I am sure to tell them that mommy needs some time to talk to God.

Do you have moments like this?

As my children grow, they know my heart . And when they don't , I am honestly so glad - for sometimes this worlds burdens seem so heavy, and I wouldn't want my small people to deal with big people things.

That is for my GOD. The burdens that I turn over to HIM.

But these are the moments that leave an imprint on my heart

Driving down the road when my now 17 year old son, who was 4 at the time says -

" Mommy, are you sad?"

"Yes, Benjamin. Mommy is sad."

"Why?"

"Ohh,, sometimes things make mommies sad." (sniff..sniff..)

"Mommy?"

"Yes Ben?"

"Remember this verse/song we learned - Psalms 118:24 - This is the day that the Lord has made, we will REJOICE ( nice and loud here!),, and be glad in it!"

"Mommy, try and rejoice -Jesus doesn't want you to be sad."

(Big tear drops now- but thankful, joyful tear drops!)

I will NEVER forget that day when my four year old was able to see my heart, and help me heal it.

I can remember where we were driving, where he was sitting, and his little voice.

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How can that be?

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Lord, please help me to remember that those things I try and teach my children need to be seen in my heart too.

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Here are a few snapshots I took today of Ava in the flower bed. Thought you would enjoy them:

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things~

Raindrops and Roses - These Are a Few of My Favorite Things:

Laying beside my babies as they sleep, and adoring their long, dark lashes as they are closed and resting upon their ivory skin. - So beautiful. So blessed.

My 4 year old Sam, waking up and running to me for his morning hug, and looking into my eyes, saying -"You're special mommy. I love you today." Priceless.

Watching my flowers push through the thawed Spring ground. The colors they share give me renewed vigor for life in its fullest. Breathtaking.

A clean refrigerator. No words to describe this one. :)

My husband silently walking up behind me and placing his arms around my waist. Meant to be.

Iced Caramel Lattes - actually this is now an addiction. :)

More than one room clean in my house at a time. Rare.

Walks - alone. Fast or slow - I'll take it!

Reading. If time affords.

Peanut Butter.

Listening to my children read. Memorable and fulfilling.

My daughters full head of curly hair. Picturesque.

Blueberries. Probably at top of my list.

Working in my flower beds, and garden. Rewarding.

Sunshine and more sunshine. Oh, How I need sunshine!

Baking- probably something I DON"T need. :)

Good Health - Natural, alternative. Learning and applying.

Yellow. My favorite color.

And last, not least - The Lord in Heaven who saved me from my sin.