I went on a drive this morning with the kids. Our destination was not very exciting, but there was wonder taking place within the seats of the lumbering suburban. The kids were asking all sorts of questions, ones that could be answered easily, but shouldn't at the same time.
"Mama, we are surrounded by nature aren't we?"
"Mama, look at the ground squirrel! Why does it run so fast?"
"Look, there's a buck! How many points did it have?"
"Mama, there's horses. Is there a baby one? I love babies! "
Simple questions, but there was an opportunity to point them in the right direction and I took it. Then after answering, I took a turn asking. "Kids, who made all of this?" I asked. "God did!" they replied with amplified excitement. When raising young ones there is always moments, even seconds where you can talk about God and how glorious He is.
On our way home my sweet Ella was talking to me about her baby. She was telling me all about how she cares for her sweet little baby doll and then said, "My baby's hungry, she needs milk." I answered, "Yes Sissy, babies need milk."
I glanced over my shoulder and my heart melted at the sight. My little, sweet, maternal daughter was nursing her baby. I feel like such a blessed mama to get to nurture my girl and teach her the ways of women. She is fascinated with being a mama and wants to learn how to do everything I do. She always wants to help in the kitchen, but she really thrives with babies. She has sat often by my side nursing her baby while I nursed mine. God has placed such a marvelous maternal instinct and a desire to be a mommy in little girls. I hope my Ella will be a thousand times better mama than I am.
This world squelches this instinct. The world says that a woman's worth comes from being a career woman, making a lot of money, living for her own pleasure, and to disdain children because after all, they just get in the way. And if you do get pregnant unexpectedly, you can just have a 'procedure' and go along with your life. My heart just drops when ever I think about this...
My son will often look at me when I'm holding Leah and say, "Mama, isn't she just a blessing?"
Yes, yes my son, she is a blessing. Children and babies, both born and still growing in the womb are blessings. No matter what. I am thankful that God had mercy on my soul and gave me His perspective and not that of this worlds. I pray that He does the same for my children and for any soul that thinks they have no other way, no other options, no hope of things getting better, and that this 'procedure' is their only way out. No friend, there is another way and I will pray for a way of escape for you. I pray that God will place someone in your path to strengthen you, share the gospel with you, offer to care for you, and even adopt your precious one if the burden remains too big.
I hope to be that person someday. That person who can offer another way, show Hope, and care for a hurting soul.
In the meantime, by the grace of God, I plan on nurturing the maternal instinct in my daughters. I plan on watering and growing their desire to be a godly wife and mama someday. As Christians, we live to please God and no other.
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother's womb.14
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.[a]
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.15
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.16
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.