A few weeks before our daughter was born, I read a short book called Mom Enough. It’s a collection of articles talking about the role of motherhood, the calling God has put before us to lay down our lives for the sake of our children knowing the Gospel, and the reality that we will never be enough to fill that role, but God will. I was challenged to see the daily sacrifices being a mom would call for as taking up my cross for the sake of my daughter seeing, knowing, and loving the Gospel.
And here I am a few weeks later. It’s 11pm as I’m sitting down to write this. I’m exhausted, but the sleeping newborn in my arms won’t sleep anywhere but here. I’ve got spit up in places I would rather not talk about & my water cup is juuuust out of reach. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining here. Not one bit. I would stay up all night a hundred nights over to keep holding this little love tight & she can spit up on everything I own if that’s what it took to keep her in my arms. In the short 6 weeks we’ve had our Lucy girl on this side of the womb, she’s taught me self sacrifice like I’ve never known. But it’s not the kind of self sacrifice to complain about, it’s the kind that is coming from a heart overflowing with love & joy. I’m crazy about this girl – as if my Instagram feed didn’t tell you that (sorrynotsorry) – I would give anything for her. The sacrifices these past 6 weeks have demanded have felt like nothing compared to the incredible joy we’ve experienced in holding our little girl in our arms. Thinking back on how easy it has felt to give of myself for her these past weeks, I can’t help but think it should be this easy to give of myself for Jesus with a heart full of love and adoration.