I so clearly remember how I wanted to be a mother. I watched new moms with their babies, and dreamed of holding a new baby of my own. Holding and bathing. Feeding and changing–a life of meeting my baby’s needs.
And then, I became a mother.
Four children in six years. Months and months of sleep deprivation. Over seven years of continuous pregnancy and breastfeeding. Stumbling out of bed. Falling asleep in the rocker. Living for nap time, and then trying to make it to bed time.
And as the years have passed from those infant and toddler days, the needs have changed, yes, but the wear feels the same.
Endless demands. Busy bodies, and numerous activities. Purposing to engage minds, and laboring to train hearts. Breaking up fights, and cultivating teamwork amidst all the selfish tendencies.
This mothering work is never-ending work.
World-changing work.
Here and now, holy work.
Most days the chaos distorts my view, and makes me suspect we’re spinning our wheels, making no progress at all.
As I’ve been parked in Romans 8 for the past few months, meditating and memorizing Paul’s words, I continue to be surprised by the way God’s Word changes the perspective of my heart. And mostly the reciting has preached right at me, and I’ve become overwhelmed, again and again, by the great love of our God.
A love beyond my ability to comprehend.
A love that sought me out before I even was.
A love that created me and crafted me after His own heart,
And then chose me to be His own.
A love that purposed to rescue me when I didn’t even want to be rescued. And a love that holds me when rescuing is all I’m begging for.
A love that never leaves me, and never forsakes me. No matter the craziness of my days or the spinning chaos of my heart.
I’m being reminded,
God sees us in our chaos, and He joins us even there. [Tweet that]
He is Present. And aware. He is God with us.
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who could be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him, graciously give us all things? Romans 8:31-32 (ESV)
He is with us,
And He is for us.
We are His children–children of God and fellow heirs with Christ.
It makes no logical sense at all. But He has made it so.And it makes me bow, with profound gratitude for what He’s done. But the chaos. I don’t feel thankful for the chaos.
But here’s the thing. He graciously gives us ALL things, even this chaos I’m living. It too is indeed His gift.
The very thing that is spinning me is meant to strengthen me.
He means it to bless me, and change me.
Gratitude is not a feeling, it’s a muscle–God giving you heavy weights to build you up to be stronger. ~Steven Furtick
It’s easy to give thanks for being made His. But giving thanks for the chaos that is my everyday days?
This chaos seems more complicated. Like it needs to be solved or eradicated from my life in order to be worthy of thanks. As if giving thanks would validate its purpose, and resign my heart to enduring its messiness.
Because I prefer everything to be calm, predictable, and in order–packaged all pretty with a big bow on top.
But pretty with big bows on top aren’t my reality.
There was a time I was thick in my own mess. Spiritually gone, and completely dead.
And then, God initiated my rescue. It was all Him.
His mercy and great love resuscitated me.
The truth is, He has made me alive with Christ. He has raised me up, and seated me there with Christ at His right hand.
Oh if I could just remember to see the view from up there.
I am His child. His heir. Adopted and grafted in.
As a mother I love my children, and I take great delight in giving them gifts. And if God loved me like that even before I was His child, rescuing and resuscitating even me, how much more does He want to graciously give me gifts, now that I am His?
My chaotic life is a gift, even when I don’t feel like it is. [Tweet that]
And when I choose to give thanks not only for His mercy and love, but for this chaos I live, I am changed.
Changed by acknowledging His goodness, and moved by seeing His kindness, even in this gift.
I am a joy-fighter. Giving thanks, and fighting for joy.
And He is with me even here.
What are you facing that doesn’t feel like a gift?
How can giving thanks in even this bring you joy?
*Linking with Ann, Laura, Michelle, and Jennifer…and their wonderful communities.
Elizabeth Stewart says
I’m right after you at Ann’s this week. I’m so glad, because it brought me here for the first time. I do believe I’ll be back often!
Jacque Watkins says
I loved visiting your place too…so very nice to “meet” you Elizabeth!
JViola79 says
Beautiful post! We must fight to hold onto our joy. And giving thanks is the means. “In ALL things give thanks!”. Holding onto this today. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Laura Boggess says
Oh, Jacque, I can feel the freedom in these words. Such lovely truth to grasp a hold of, my friend. We do get weary, yes, but this way you turn to Him, His word…this is where the rest is. Love to you, beautiful lady.
Dawn B. says
Love this post! Now that I am an empty nester, I can look back and cherish the time spent with my now grown children. Giving thanks is new for me this year. Started counting my 1,000 gifts in January and I just counted #1551! ( still counting) Did not realize how blessed I am until I started counting! Plan to keep counting! Amen!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Jamie H says
Oh I love this!