As we sit around the breakfast table, ten little girls and myself, I listen to their dreams; dreams of homes, motherhood and babies, lots of babies. These girls aren’t ignorant of the difficulties. All but the youngest have helped and watched as their mamas struggle through morning sickness and the exhaustion that comes with pregnancy, they’ve changed diapers, cleaned up toddler messes, had belongings ruined and helped care for cranky younger siblings and yet their dream is to be mothers, mothers to as many children as God is willing to bless them with.
I suspect that it helps that they are generally surrounded by women who love God and are striving to embrace God’s calling on their lives (Titus 2:3-5). I also suspect that it helps that they are somewhat protected from the world’s message that this life somehow doesn’t measure up and so they are willing to reach for a reality that is bigger and more blessed than anything that the world offers.
The world shouts “Find yourself”, “Don’t waste your talents” “Make sure to get your ‘me time’ “, “A fulfilled life results in a paycheck or community recognition.”
God whispers, “Whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.” “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” “Her children rise up and bless her; Her husband also, and he praises her.”
But mostly I suspect that God has been gracious to our family and has turned those little hearts toward home and I pray that He who has begun a good work will be faithful to complete it.
And so I’m surrounded by little girls who are reaching for a life of service and I rejoice that I’m blessed to have an opportunity to show them the beauty, joy and amazing blessing that flow from that life.