"The Miracle of Motherhood"

Written by Hope Buhler 5 years ago, and found by me in our Feb. office move.

I sit, I think, I ponder, I pray.

I dream, I desire, I question, I fear.

I cry, I tremble, I wonder, I see.

I laugh, I love, I give, I grow.

I wish, I can, I can’t, I try.

I sacrifice, I suggest, I scream, I request.

I listen, I learn, I lean, I linger.

I, it’s me it’s who I am.

I am a mother fearfully and wonderfully made. I am a gift to those God has entrusted into my care.

I may not have all I think I need, or even be what I wish I could be. I may not bake bread, or grow herbs from a seed. I may not sew beautiful clothes by hand or ever go out and purchase land. I might not be up at the crack of dawn or clean my house all day long. But I am me, that is who God’s created me to be.

I will watch over the ways of my household, I will open my mouth with wisdom and on my tongue will be the law of kindness.

I have a special assignment you see to be the mother of a precious three. No one else was given this position, just me. I am the perfect mom for the children God has given me. He has entrusted them into my care.

It’s the hardest task I’ve ever been given, I come ill equipped and unprepared. I tread softly on this uncharted territory. My greatest fear…I will mess them up for life. My greatest faith…God is bigger then all my fears, all I lack. He will be for them what I cannot be and provide where I cannot provide.

Deep within me the truth unfolds that I am God’s potter not just the clay. I mold and I shape, adjust and apply pressure. I help twist into greatness the future generation.

As I allow Him to mold and make me, as I am saved through child bearing, bearing children, holding them up to Him, training them, teaching them, I become a different vessel. There is no greater refinement; no greatest tool to pull out strength I never knew I had. There is not greater force provoking me to see and deal with the weaknesses deep within. I am broken and spilled out for the sake of my children.

Why? Because at the core of who I am is a mother who desires the best, the most, the greatest for her children and I am humbled when I feel the least, the lack, the lowest.

But that is the miracle of Motherhood…that a perfect heavenly Father would allow an imperfect woman to be entrusted with the precious lives He chooses to give me. All He requires in return is my love, my trust, my devotion to Him. For He knows what their purpose is, all they will ever need. He will guide and direct me as I listen and obey.

Just as my children lean upon my breast, as a woman and a mother I lean upon his chest and rest in His everlasting arms. All is at peace inside of me…for as I lay down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul and the souls of my children…He keeps.