Just look at the cross, for goodness sake.
Without love, everything we do as God’s children is simply like a “clanging cymbol”.– I Corinthians 13:1
We become useless. Supremely ineffective.
But I’m a mom. I love all day long. Right?
Then, why do we feel not so “lovely” sometimes?
When I finally boiled it down, I realized why I was just clanging. All my angst, fear and insecurity became a thick, sweet syrup of truth that stuck to seemingly everything in my life.
I’m terrified of being ineffective. It’s my biggest fear. I paid dearly for that revelation: hours of therapy, hours of prayer and one big, fat fear. It colors my world. Working to cast out that central fear of mine consumes great effort.
Effectiveness consumes me, especially as a mother. It’s a bit of an obsession of mine that I work on daily.
Also, another revelation was graciously given to me…..
God doesn’t see me this way. Through his love, through his willing the good of me for His Glory, but also through my own pursuit of happiness, He values me as not only “effective” but invaluable.
–I am not what I produce. Only a vehicle for his love.
–I am not what I get praised for completing. Only a reflection of a what He has built in my heart through love.
–I am not an achievement of myself. Only a body dwelling here long enough to fulfill my commitment to His love and mercy.
Mothers see love as a sacrifice. He sees it as a transference of a gift given to us that we should extend it to our children. Getting out of the way of God’s love is our goal.
Casting our fears at the foot of the cross is the only way to make room for love.
Write your fears down on paper–either imagined or use real paper.
Bring them to the cross, either in your mind or in a church.
Remember, we are human beings. Sometimes we need the physical, the aesthetic or the tactile for concepts to become real in our hearts.
I John 4:18: There is no fear in love; but perfect love cast out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears in not perfected in love.
Yes, Christ died for our fears. Those little and big ones. The ones that shape how we view ourselves and our children.
He loves me. It’s crazy to think that someone so holy, so real and true, loves me.
Love is as love does, however. God does love. In fact, He is love.
Without Him, we are just clanging away.
This post is part of our eight-week series, “Spirited Mom: A Fruity Look at Mothering.” We’re focusing on a different Fruit of the Spirit each week, as it applies to mothering.