I was supposed to write a post today about how “life doesn’t happen on the internet.” It was intended to fit in nicely with Sarah Mae’s Unwired Challenge going on right now. It was supposed to share my heart on the subject of the real world versus the online world.
Ironically, or perhaps poetically, that’s not the post I have today. It’s not the post I’m writing (even though I’m taking the challenge) because life doesn’t revolve around blog challenges, newsletter lists, and eBook sales. Life happens in those moments you can never get back. The moments you hide in your heart and treasure.
My son has a miserable little cold. He is so far the only one in our family suffering. Before I went to bed last night I went into his room and prayed.
Normally I don’t share something so personal as a prayer, it’s a bit too real. But if I’m going to be honest about life happening away from technology maybe this is exactly what I need to share. I hope it can be a blessing to someone today. This is part of what I prayed in my son’s room last night:
Jesus when you were sick as a child did Mary rub your feet and chest with oils hoping to lessen your cough and congestion like I did with Jo tonight?
When you were very young and sick (scripture tells us you suffered like the rest of us) did she fret about your health in the middle of the night and suddenly remember the gifts the wise men brought you. Did she fret about using the frankincense and mryh because of their great value, or did she see them as gifts from the Lord to heal a sick baby. Medicine that she and Joseph would not have been able to afford on their own.
Was Mary a good Mom Jesus? Did she ever yell, did she grow impatient?
But she must have been a good mom, even though I’m sure she sinned like the rest of us, you chose her specifically didn’t you?
You chose Mary, to raise and love you. Of any person on the planet in past, present, or future you chose Mary to be your Mom. She must have been truly special.
But you chose me too didn’t you Jesus? You chose me to be my kid’s mom. You could have chosen any other woman in the world but you chose me.
You chose me to love and raise them just like you chose Mary to love and raise you.
Oh Lord help me be the mother you want me to be.
Help me love them, because being my kid’s mom is a calling and I can’t do it on my own.
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