I remember when my first child was born. I would hold him and look at him and just cry. Tears of joy, overwhelming love that I couldn’t retain filling me up, overflowing and spilling out. I remember thinking, “So this is what motherhood feels like? I have finally been accepted into the Mom Club!”It wasn’t until after my second son was born when my walk with Christ really began. It was my heart’s desire to raise my children right and somehow I knew then the right way wasn’t conforming to the world’s way. Also, little did I know what I desired for my children were also what God desires for me.
I am always amazed at God’s ways, His plans in His time. The process we go through walking in faith, Him revealing wisdom to us as we learn and grow in Him. As I looked to God for guidance and wisdom in raising my boys, God was also transforming me.
The day I learned children are gifts from God it was a profound awakening in my spirit. God is bigger than whatever it was I believing, thinking, and knowing. As an immature Christian I was confused and wanted to know what my purpose is. He revealed to me it is my ministry right at home with my children and He has gently reminded me several times since then.
Now I look at raising my children as my ministry, leading their hearts to Christ. I am a missionary, a prayer warrior, a shepherd.
As I pray for my boys, God is molding me as well to be the mother He called me to be. To have a servants heart towards my children, to give them grace as He gives grace, and shower them always in love.
Have a blessed day!