FIGHTING TO KNOW JESUS IS RIDDLED WITH JOY AND DIFFICULTY, AS IS MOTHERHOOD. IF WE EMBRACE THIS, IT WILL BRING US TO A PLACE THAT ONLY GOD CAN BRING REST TO AND SUSTAIN US IN. THIS IS WHERE DEEP JOY IS FOUND.

You should get ANOTHER TV...

You should get ANOTHER TV...

Let me start off by saying when you have as many children as I do, close in age, that you get a large amount of unsolicited advice....

It's probable that their intentions are pure but the words that pour out, like milk from a broken sippie cup, often times have negative connotations.

Yes, we know how this happens...

Yes, my hands are full...

Yes, we have TWO tv's...

Yes, there are 5 children...

And yes, I'm pregnant.

 

I may get a t-shirt made.

And a hat.

Maybe a tattoo...

Truthfully... this gig of being a parent is incredibly hard work. Being a mama from the start has been the most difficult thing I've ever done. I've felt like a failure and blown it more times than I could count. I've second guessed my decisions and broken promises more than I'd like to admit. I've had plenty of selfish moments and overwhelmed days. I've even played "hide and seek" on my own just for a moment of silence....

But this I know... 

IT IS WORTH IT.

Every seed of dream you allow to be buried in this season...

will bloom into a flourishing tree that is dripping with fruit in a new season. 

The sacrifices of parenting in this moment will produce much more than me resentfully holding tight to a measly seed of dreams.

See, as we allow our dreams to be buried... 

It seems like they are dead and forgotten.

Then something beautiful happens... through that death of self and selfish-ambitions and dreams comes a life and purpose in Christ that yields something better...

eternal fruit. 

Your buried season is equally important to the flourishing one...

Your season of buried dreams is not the end. 

It is the beginning of the Gardener planting, watering, growing and pruning...

He causes the growth in us all and He will ensure the laying down of ourselves is not wasted. 

It's worth it.

The dad who gives up hobbies to play nerf wars on his days off. The mom who feels buried under laundry, dishes and constant needs. The pregnant one whose body is not her own anymore or the parents who are having to relearn life after the last child moves out.

The pain and discomfort of the pruning is only to produce more fruit through you.

The fruit that comes through your children will yield exponential results...

So God can resurrect those dreams once buried...

and now you will now have the stake of character to support the growth.

 

So I'll take the unsolicited advice and sometimes I'll make improvements as I weigh that before the Lord.

Other times I'll hurl back an awkward comment with a smile...

But no one else will steal the bounty of my seeds sown...

No ones comments or stares or opinions will sway my confidence in this Gardener and His determined harvest through my measly buried seed.

The harvest is worth the sacrifice.

May we let Christ be our joy in the mundane, the chaotic and everything in between...

May He be enough for us when our accomplishments and dreams are set aside...

May we walk with purpose in our parenting and prioritize the right things...

May the future harvest be what we dwell on when we feel like giving up.

Run. YOUR. Race.

Run. YOUR. Race.

Weakness is our Ally...

Weakness is our Ally...