Sunday mornings are Always crazy at our house. Trying to get all our little loves ready and out the door in time for morning service can be challenging at best. I knew yesterday would be no different. If anything it would be more difficult once they realized they were going to their new Sunday school classrooms.
It wasn’t one big thing but many little things that had me thinking It’s just one service, no one would miss us if we didn’t go today. What harm could it do by staying home? Then I realized I had said those same words last week when our six year old autistic son simply refused to go so I stayed home with him, baby girl, and Big Al while my husband took our other two children to service. It’s so simple to slip into the routine of not going when you have small children. There are days it just does not seem worth the fight to go. And it’s not that they dislike church, they really enjoy church, it’s just the getting ready without fighting they can’t seem to do. And we want them to go. We want them to grow in their own faith. So as I looked at my little loves, two of which were fighting over what cartoon to watch, one still sleepy and wanting her bottle, and one refusing to put on a dress because she wanted to wear the pink shorts and green shirt she had picked out instead, I took a deep breath and said Not today devil I can handle whatever you throw my way.
God knew I needed to be at that service.
Our pastor’s message was on John the Baptist. I sat in the service with my husband by my side thinking about the mess our morning had been. Somedays I don’t feel I am enough or good enough. The day in day out battles we face with our daughters RAD and our sons autism can be overwhelming at times, and let’s not forget we have three other little ones who are well under four so I will leave it at that. We had made it to service and managed to get all of the kiddos to their new classes without to many tears but I was exhausted. I just wanted to go in set down relax for a few minutes without children hanging off me. Not the best reason to go to church I know. But as I sat there and listened to our pastor talk about how John was questioned by the priests as to “Who he was” I could not help but question myself. Who am I? John knew he was not Jesus and was quick to tell them he was not. He also told them he was not Elijah nor was he the prophet. (John 1 19-28) It would have been easy for him to take credit and say Yes I am, but he did not. Instead he stayed humbled and followed the path God intended for him.
So who am I? Where do I fit in to His master plan?
I don’t know the whole answer, I may never know. But I do know He placed me here in this moment for a reason. He made a way for me to be a mother to seven amazing children all uniquely made in His image. He blessed me with a truly wonderful husband. He knows my every flaw and still He loves me anyway. I may second guess myself from time to time but God believes in me with all He has. How truly awesome is that?
I don’t always have the picture perfect family were everyone gets along and everyone is happy to see each other. No in fact most days we have at least one mad at someone because they “looked at them weird.” And I may get embarrassed and a little upset while trying to talk to someone on the parking lot and my kids are screaming in the car like crazy animals (side note there was a hornet in the van which set the screaming in motion, my husband was able to remove it but the screaming continued) I may feel unqualified to parent when I see others with their children so well behaved in the store while mine are…..well not behaving as I wish. It’s all okay because He is the Great I AM.
For when I feel weak – He is strong
When I am tired – He gives me rest
When I am unlovable- He loves me anyway
When I hurt- He is my comforter
When I am lost – He will find me
When I simply can not go on- He will carry me
When I question why- He answers
I am where I am suppose to be. God has placed us all here not to just wake up, go to work, pay bills, and sleep. He placed us here to love each other and to support each other. And when life seems to be just to different for us to do alone He wants us to know He is there for us. We must all be like John and find our place in History.
I am so thankful we didn’t let the devil win yesterday morning. I am thankful we made it to church and heard the message. I am thankful the kids enjoyed their new classes and want to go back. I am thankful I could sing His praises yesterday, today and forever more. Yehweh Yehweh