Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I Corinthians 13 for Mothers

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper, not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love, my children learn cleanliness, ­not godliness.

If I scream at my children for every infraction, and fault them for every mess they make, but have not love, my children become people-pleasers, not obedient children.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.

Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.

Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love accepts the fact that I am the ever-present "mommy," the taxi-driver to every childhood event, the counselor when my children fail or are hurt.

Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, and runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.

Now I glory in God's perfection of my child.

All the projections I had for my house and my children have faded away into insignificance,

And what remain are the memories of my kids.

Now there abides in my home scratches on most of the furniture, dishes with missing place settings, and bedroom walls full of stickers, posters and markings,

But the greatest of all is the Love that permeates my relationships with my children.

-Adapted by Jim Fowler


cj and family said...

Thanks for sharing! We (I!) need the reminder.

Jenny said...

Oh, that was such a beautiful post! So very true! Houses will always need to be cleaned but these precious little ones given to us are but for a short time. You keep a beautiful home and have a great balance of work and "playing". Blessings!

Anonymous said...

How Beautiful, we do need to be reminded from time to time. If we are to be the moms God called us to be we need that Agape Love.


Anonymous said...

That was very beautiful! And a great reminder for all of us who at least used to be perfectionists. I have this poem that was given to me years ago: "cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow, so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."~Emily