“Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” - Hebrews 4:16
Can I just start by saying that if you are a mom then you are in a time of need! haha. I am writing this on 3 hrs of sleep and from the little mental camp that I am currently occupying here on the all too familiar edge of emotional and physical exhaustion. Two books have been ministering to me lately as I press through this recent mental fog in an attempt at finding some rest in God and in what he is doing in and through and around me as a mom. These thoughts come largely in response to a recent chapter of “Give them Grace” referenced below. I just wanted to share a little random nugget in hopes that it might encourage you in your own weariness.
In my attempts to grow in my understanding of God’s grace toward me, I am realizing that I still don’t quite get the picture when it comes to what brings joy and delight to Him and I often feel like I am failing to bring him either. I am starting to wrap my head around the idea that when God looks at me he sees his son and is delighted in the work that his son did on the cross (2 Corin 5:21). Elyse Fitzpatrick puts it simply and applies it to parenting in her book Give them Grace, “When we have (the imputed gift of) Christian righteousness, God looks upon us as being perfectly obedient, no matter how we fail. God doesn’t smile at us one day and frown when we blow it the next. When our children have been given the gift of righteousness (given only by God), God is always smiling at them (and us) because he sees them in His son.”
Ok, I think I am starting to get this (and by “get” I mean conceptually understand - not yet practically living out!). But the natural conclusion that I still find myself drawing is that God’s pleasure/joy/delight is based on my response to his grace (which is still a form of works righteousness, is it not?). Meaning, I bring delight to God when I go through my day with a peaceful heart and joyful and patient attitude (displaying the fruits of the spirit of course!). I don’t lose my temper because I am extending to myself and my family the grace that God is graciously extending to me…and that by being this kind of mom I am pleasing God. While I believe that there is some sliver of biblical truth to this I am also realizing that it is still missing the point b/c it focuses on my ability (and “responsibility”) to bring pleasure to God…which, lets face it, I will never (in my flesh) really succeed at doing.
What I have been missing is what we see illustrated in Luke 15:11-32 with the parable of the welcoming father (also known as the parable of the prodigal son) and then again in Matt 20:1-16 with the story of the laborers in the vineyard who are all paid the same wage despite the gross differences in the work that they had performed (go read these passages!). The point that I keep overlooking is that God takes delights in HIMSELF showing mercy to his messy, desperate, foolish, needy children. In trying to feel better about myself and make up for my feelings of failure by giving myself some credit for my ability to be a “good” mom/wife/christian, I am putting the focus on my own ability to correctly understand and respond to God’s grace and he is saying, “wrong again Shay…my delight is not dependent on your response, but instead my joy/pleasure/delight is in my own pouring out of grace and mercy on helpless you. Once again, it is all about me Shay and what I have done (and am doing) for you. Not about you and what you can do for me.”
It is so easy for me to make even God’s grace all about me…I guess my prideful heart enjoys the challenge to “succeed.”
And lest you go away thinking that my day today as a mom consisted of the peaceful pouring over of scripture and deep spiritual and theological thought prompted by quiet hours spent reading with a hot cup of coffee in my hand…which I promise you it was not…let me share with you a funny little glimpse at my reality…
This morning, still feeling sick and sleep deprived, I decided to take a long warm bath with Chloe in mommy and daddy’s “big tub.” My thought…kill four birds with one stone…I get clean, Chloe gets a bath, I get to “relax” while simultaneously spending quality time being a fun and attentive mom. It was fun. We laughed and sang, and blew bubbles while submurging our heads all the way under the water (not an easy feat for a 7 ½ month prego in a tub). Aren’t I such a fun great mom! BAHAHA. It wasn’t until I was out running errands this afternoon that I realized that the pee smell that kept lingering all day was, in fact, me. From head to toe. Hair included. Meaning that at some point during our morning of bathtime fun Chloe had definitely peed in the water. Gross. Seriously? This is my life:)







