Hi everyone!
With Spring Break now here I can play and create for a
week. As my break started I found that I
was overcome with waves of emotions.
Good
Friday fell on my mom’s birthday this year and oh how I miss her terribly. So instead of the family crawfish boil, I
cooked for my daughter & her husband as they settle in with their new
edition to the family.
As I rocked this
precious child Friday I couldn’t help but cry – cry because I wish my mom was
here to see him – cry because I realize that the our kids grow up in the blink
of an eye – cry because I am so very proud of Sarah & Jacob and I am so
proud of the incredible father Jacob is and as a mom, to me the care, love, and
support he gives my baby girl is worth more than anything on this earth.
I am pretty much known for listening to music and singing
from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep, with a million ideas of what
I want to create next bouncing through my head.
So yesterday morning the song on my heart was Brandon Heath’s song, Just a Girl. Traditionally this is a Christmas
song, but for me, as a mom it took on a different meaning.
As I rocked my precious grandson and then let my baby drive me
home I was reminded of how time flies.
As I listened to this song, as a mom I could not help to feel that gut
wrenching agony Mary must have been feeling.
I have three children, she had one…one child that she watched endure
bullying far beyond what we watch our own children experience today. She watched them do unspeakable things to her
baby, and yes, though he was a man, no matter how old our children get they are
always ours babies.
So think about it, God used an ordinary woman, like me or
you or your mom and He knew that He was sending this child into the world to
carry our burdens, to die for our sins, not any sins that he himself
committed. And through this all, Mary
had to sit back, watch and trust that God knew what He was doing. How many moms, how many helicopter parents
could sit back and do this today? How
many of us would want to see out children die so that others could be saved?
Mary was an ordinary woman.
Think about all of the other people in our present time who have had an
incredible impact on this world that had just “plain Jane” moms. My point is this, God can use ALL of us, the “plain
Janes” or in my case “Jennifer Jane” to do incredible things in His name.
It is not about where we attend church, it is
about us knowing and listening to Him, watching for the God winks and in this
fast paced, often crazy world letting people see Him work through us. Maybe it is in reaching out to those that are
hurting to offer help; maybe our stories provide hope to the hopeless; maybe it
is just giving someone a hug so that for a minute in time they can feel the
burdens of the world lifted off of their shoulders. What this looks like will be different to
each and every one of us, but make no mistake about it, we ALL can take the
unique gifts and talents that He has given us and use them for good in this world.
Mary was just a girl who did not have all of the conveniences
of today, who didn’t have a crazy mom and step mom to help her welcome her son
into this world. She was an ordinary mom
who gave birth to an extraordinary son who died to save me & you. That is more precious than a chocolate bunny
in an Easter basket.
So this morning when my boys went with me to church to sing
and praise with their crazy momma, I hugged them a little tighter. To watch my almost grown boys praise and
worship the Lord, unashamed – I just have to tell you that is such a precious
gift to me.
I thank God for using me, an
ordinary plain “Jennifer Jane” mom to teach them what an incredible
relationship they can have with Him. I
have has always tried to teach my children to listen for God’s voice because
going where He leads will provide them with a life that provides more fulfillment
than a paycheck can ever give them.
Yes, Mary was just a girl who watched her son die for me and
you. What a completely humbling thought
that is on this Easter Sunday!
Happy Easter everyone!
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