I have my moments, many of us mothers probably do, when we feel unfit, unworthy, unequipped for the extraordinarily monumental task at hand. Times when raising children, meeting their endless needs, trying to be an example they would want to emulate, creating fun memories and meaningful moments just seems to be too much for one seriously flawed woman to do well.
The last trimester of pregnancy is never my time to shine. Rather than glowing, I'm usually groaning. These precious children go through this right along with me.
Through these tiring days one thing has been consistently loud and clear to me. They are my teachers. They love freely. They forgive easily. They keep no record of my wrongs. They have showered upon me more tenderness and mercy than I deserve and they show me how to love others by their example. I am humbled. I am loved. I am sorry when they deserve more and they get me instead, and I understand why Jesus would make this proclamation:
Matthew 18:2-4 Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
My prayer for them today is that God would bless these beautiful children the way they have blessed me and that we all may pass on to others this same benevolence.
