With no little fingers wiggling underneath the door.
Without being accompanied by squealing, or whining, or cries of, “Mom, he’s doing it agaaaaaain!”
Let’s be honest: The sound of silence does not often raise its glorious head in the life of a mom.
Some days we feel more like Master Shifu from Kung Fu Panda preaching soothing words of inner peace to ourselves.
Okay, maybe not Master Shifu. In reality, we’re probably more like Frank Costanza from Seinfeld yelling, “Serenity NOW!”
But there are definite stages and seasons of motherhood where we feel like we are touched and needed and on demand every second of the day, draining the very life out of us.
We yearn for what is to come. Like naptime. Bedtime. Date night. Evening grocery shopping … sans children. (Can I get an Amen?!)
And yet, we know deep within our hearts that every good and perfect gift comes from the Father. And that these wiggling, squealing, whining, misbehaving little bundles of blessing are indeed just that. A GIFT.
So while our brains know that we should soak up these moments and that our kiddos truly will (as the elderly ladies in the grocery store line keep telling us) grow up all too quickly, we crave alone time. Rest. Peace. Silence.
Learning to quiet your soul in the midst of chaos is not for the faint at heart.
And yet, God in His loving omniscience has given us the tools to do just that.
He offers a different point of view. An eternal outlook.
“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.” (Because shocker, I know, but your children may not notice all your hard work. But God does.)
The perspective of doing it ALL for Him can be a game changer.
But sometimes the thought of doing this monumental thing called mothering, even if it is all for Him, doesn’t quite bring the peace and quiet our souls are longing and aching for.
Psalm 32:7 says that God is our hiding place. A place of deliverance.
And Psalm 91:4 talks about finding refuge under His wings. How He will cover us – with feathers, no less. Yes please! Sounds like the perfect quiet vacation spot.
Think how our reactions would change if muffled and hidden beneath the wings of our Father. Our replies would be hushed for one thing. And maybe delayed slightly by the reality of needing to peek out from underneath our hiding spot to speak.
But what if … all our responses to our children were filtered through the Father?
Our words. Our sarcasm. Our frustration. Our desperate desire to flee the scene.
He sees it all. He knows it all. And He is there with us.
When we’re hiding in the bathroom. Or the laundry room. Or when we disappear outside to “check on something” for just a minute.
You are not alone in this, sweet mama.
We get it. We do.
And it’s gonna be okay. We all have our moments. Or days. Or years.
And someday, you will be able to use the bathroom all by yourself.
Minus little fingers poking underneath.
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