At twenty-two, I struggled as a new parent. So selfish; my life looked like the Bermuda Triangle; tugging, pulling, and twisting me downward, in a million different directions. Something unseen seemed to hinder me from living in the freedom I should have had, as a new wife and mother.
At first, life with a family felt crushing and defeating, but soon I learned it was God’s gift turning me to the new life He was promising.
I returned my heart to Jesus in a pew with that new infant, sleeping in my arms. Grace covered me, and it was refreshing to step into a church where I could where jeans, and there was no finger pointing, asking me what I had done.
For the first time in my life, I was loved, seen, known, just exactly as I was.
Eventually, God showed me His heart for parenting; not the lowest purpose, but perhaps one of God’s greatest callings.
Today, missions, traveling, and writing bring much outside praise and affirmation. Still, there is something about those quiet moments of raising children that root us deeper in Him, ushering us through the process of Christ-likeness and sanctification.
And I wonder… (Join me HERE for the conclusion of, “The Secret Miracle of Motherhood”)
Today, I am joining the amazing women over at Missional Women. Will you join me as we talk about parenthood and how to live as a Missional Women, right where you are?
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