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Mother's Day - Deb Blane

Picture a gift-giving moment: a beautifully wrapped object that creates a moment of surprise and joy as it’s opened, given by someone who knows exactly what we want or have in mind.

Psalm 127:3 - 'Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from Him.'

Just over 12 years ago, I began my journey of motherhood. If you’re anywhere along the continuum of parenting, your initial thought when reading the words of the psalm might be to wonder if you really agree with that. In honesty, my day-to-day experience is far from the picture-perfect gift moment in the Mother’s Day ads.

Yet, when I take the moment to allow God’s perspective to filter in, I’m surprised to find that the daily steps and stumbles seem a lot more like gifts.

I’m regularly gifted the opportunity to:
  • Grow in patience—like when no one mentions shoes are missing until we’re walking out the door or I repeat the same instructions at bedtime for the 365th day in a row.
  • Offer genuine hospitality—the kind that means others might see the finger marks on the walls, crumbs under the table, and a pile of clean washing yet to be put away.
  • Learn to accept grace - that comes in the offer of help when I’m struggling to do it all myself and don’t want to ask for help.
  • Practice forgiveness - when someone’s well-meaning advice speaks to your parenting self-doubt.
  • Know God’s word and speak His truth when they come home with questions, challenges, and doubts about what they hear and see in the world around them.
  • Grow in character in an innumerable number of ways.

When they are delightful, warm, loving, and have complete faith in you, they are a gift from the Lord. When things are messy, noisy, and imperfect, they’re still a gift from God to help shape and grow me into all he intended for me to become and to be part of God’s bigger plan for the world.

I pray that as you see through the eyes of our loving Heavenly Father, you’ll be blessed and encouraged by the gifts God has given you, whatever they may have looked like today.

Blessings,
Deb Blane.