How Moms Can Have Summer Skies Every Day

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Motherhood has to be the most fertile land on Earth for guilt. I remember when my Bigs were little, I suffered greatly from large doses of self-inflicted guilt. It seemed as if I had to feel guilty in order to assure I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Oh how I wish twice was the largest number of times I blew it! But after many years of carrying the mother load, I must confess my mistakes have been abundant.

Following closely to Jesus, like a child follows a Mother through a crowded store, I found my way to freedom from the years of guilt I carried, guilt so varied and from so many sources. I had learned through watching my Master, that the way to be free was to trust. Trust that in Him, I did have the right to confess and walk away.

Just, walk….away.

I didn’t have to prove my penitence or my deep regret by carrying the guilt, reminding myself I should feel bad for failing (for being human). I didn’t have to lash myself on the back repeatedly as monks use to do to themselves, to remind myself I had failed.

I could confess my sins (or shortcomings as a Mom), then trust that Jesus was Faithful and Just. That He would forgive my sin and cleanse me from all that yuck. Notice that even in this 1 John 1:9 admonition, Jesus does the majority of the work. My part? CONFESS AND TRUST.

The lovely passage above is from The Valley of Vision, a book of Puritan Prayers. What I love about Puritan prayers is the way in which they see their utterly humanness and at times wretchedness and never feel the need to fix themselves, understanding that God alone is the One Who changes human hearts.

They see their frailties in the Light of His mercies.

And when we do that, when we hold up the holes of our lives, of our mothering to the Light of His love and grace, His mercy is sure to shine through. In fact, He created those holes in us. When we sought our own Divinity in the Garden, more holes overtook our once whole souls. Now it is not through our perfection and our polished efforts that He shines, but through the whole soul surrendered, the hole soul surrendered, that He chooses to shine.

Lift your head Mommy, motherhood is not for the faint of heart and not even the pure of heart. It is for the surrendered heart. Give Him all the places you wish you could be more. Allow the holes in your life to shine His mercy onto those sweet souls you steward and lead them in a better way; the way of Truth, the way of Life.

When you blow it, confess it. Remove the mourning clothes and choose the music of His grace as the soundtrack of your soul. Take off the sackcloth and ashes of guilt and adorn yourself in the beauty of His love. Give up the sighs that echo a sad heart and sing songs of praise to the One who forgives, who restores. Then rest, yes, refuse to remember, refuse to lament, refuse to mull over what is now past; truly rest. Shake off the icy shackles of guilt and warm up to the Summer Weather His mercy has placed in your heart.

Therefore, [there is] now no condemnation (no adjudging guilty of wrong) for those who are in Christ Jesus, who live [and] walk not after the dictates of the flesh, but after the dictates of the Spirit.”- Romans 8:1 (The Amplified Version)

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