I’ve been mad at Jason lately. And when my better half asks what’s wrong, I don’t want to say. Like this past Saturday. I didn’t want to give him an answer because I know.
Oh, I know.
My reason isn’t a good one.
Because truth is selfishness lies at the bottom of my meanness. Inward focus the cause of the inky blackness that permeates my heart and soul, eventually seeping out and darkening the paths of those I love the most.
Like my husband. My kids.
Yes, darkness pervades my atmosphere when I try to retain pieces of what I consider to be my own. When I attempt to hold back big chunks of my life. All for myself. Just for me…
Time’s probably the biggest source of contention. Because when I feel like I’m losing it, I become resentful of everything that takes from it. This is where my poor husband comes in. Him and his recent inquiry.
“What’s wrong,” he asked.
And what a pitiful answer I offered. See, I weighed out my time verses his and he came out ahead (way ahead). At least in my mind he did. And though the rational part of my brain fully comprehends my scales are off (way off), I quietly stew over my perceived losses anyway.
This is what I tried to explain to Jason last weekend. And not so eloquently, I might add.
Because I knew. And I know.
I know how awful this sounds. But it’s the awful truth. And this is where I’ve found myself more than once this past month. Ironically, in the days leading up to Mother’s Day…
Me simmering and stewing and wishing I could do something else. Something in particular. But I can’t because I’m hindered. Slowed down by the things in life that keep me from it. Namely, being a wife and mother.
Because these roles are most prominent in my life. My first calls to duty. My family is of utmost importance. They are.
But God help me there are times I want to do something else. If only for a little while. I want to get to that other thing that draws me. The thing that makes me feel full of purpose. And important.
Yes, if I could just remove my wife and mom hat for a little chunk of time, I could accomplish all the things I set out to do. Or if only each day offered more minutes to do both…
My family and the million items on my to-do list.
Maybe then I’d be a happy camper. And maybe then I wouldn’t be so unwilling to accomplish wifely tasks. Not so reluctant in performing motherly duties such as feedings and wipings and cleanings and so on.
Guiltily, though, I’ve been unwilling and reluctant. And why? Because I’ve been placing my stuff over my husband’s and children’s. My desire to do something more has caused me to be greedy. A spirit of generosity overtaken by a spirit of withholding.
And the piece of me that clings to what’s mine is a piece of me my family doesn’t have access to…
Because when I pine away for the thing I can’t get to, I don’t give my family my all. Instead, they get my darkness. Thus, Scripture is proven.
She who tries to save her life – and time – loses it. Because most definitely, the tighter I cling, the quicker my life force ebbs away. And blackness prevails. Just like a tomb.
It happens every, single time.
Friend of God
So the Scripture was fulfilled that says, Abraham believed God, and it was credited to him for righteousness, and he was called God’s friend. James 2:23
I’ll tell you what. God never ceases to amaze me in how He brings home a point. And how He can weave together different threads of truth from different sources to create the most beautiful tapestry of revelation.
He did so this week. It started Sunday. An elder at church mentioned Abraham and how all the nations are blessed through him. It tickled my ear. On Monday, I heard about Abraham again. This time through a Bible study when he was referred to as a friend of God. And yesterday, my devotional book. It said, “Having a friendship with God is no small thing.” Abraham was the subject matter.
God had my full attention by then. I knew I had to investigate further. And I’m amazed at how He used this one term – friend of God – to shed light on my current issue. My struggle with selfishness.
See, I wondered what it took to be God’s friend. Because I’d like to carry that title, too. But the thing is, the relationship is costly. And it was more than belief that made Abraham a friend. It was how he acted on that belief…
Genesis 22 gives us the story.
God called and Abraham answered, “Here I am.” That’s when he heard the unthinkable for God called him to take his son, his only son, the one he loved, and offer him up as a sacrifice.
Can you imagine? God instructed Abraham to kill his son and he set out to do it. Scripture says it was a test. A test in that Abraham was called to put to death the thing he loved most.
When Abraham told his servants to hang back (it was a three day journey), he told them, “the boy and I will go over there to worship.” Worship is what he said. That’s how he described laying down the life of his only son.
Thankfully, God stepped in at the very last minute and provided another sacrifice. But the point is, Abraham was willing. He was willing to do the unthinkable because God commanded him to. That’s how full of faith he was. And that action is what made him a friend.
Abraham’s willingness to obey.
And the act of obedience is why all nations of the earth receive blessing through Abraham. “I will indeed bless you and make your offspring as numerous as the stars… all nations of the earth will be blessed by your offspring because you have obeyed My command.”
Yes, belief led to obedience in Abraham’s life. And this is part of what God wanted me to see.
This is My command: love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, that someone would lay down his life for his friends. You are My friends if you do what I command you. John 15:12-14
You know, Jesus has friends, too. But no different than Abraham’s relationship with God, it’s costly. Because if we want to be His friend, we have to obey His commands and that’s not so easy to do.
Like when He says to love one another as I have loved you. Well, He loved us to His death. He laid down His very life for ours. And that’s a hard act to follow. And when He tells us to pick up our cross daily, He means we’re to die. Every single day.
Yes, Jesus wants us to put ourselves to death. Our wants and our desires come second to His command. But who wants to do that?
Who wants to sacrifice their very life? Because we love ourselves too much. We love our time and our stuff which causes us to hold back big chunks for selfish purposes.
At least I do…
If just for a little while.
But He says no. He commands the opposite. To love our neighbors as we love ourselves. Really, to love them more than ourselves. Because that’s exactly what He did when He died on the cross.
And that’s the heart of it. This is what God wants me to see.
For He’s commanding me to love other people as I love myself. No, more than I love myself. Specifically, my people. My husband and my kids. He calls me to be a willing wife and devoted mother because they come first. Their wants, their desires, their needs.
So unlike Abraham who was called to sacrifice his son, God calls me to sacrifice myself. My life in place of theirs. This is the price of being Jesus’ friend.
And I want to be His friend.
Thus, belief prompts and act of obedience which in turn is my spiritual worship. And worship is how Abraham described sacrifice.
Me, too. This is how I worship my God…
Therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, I urge you to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your spiritual worship. Romans 12:2
God gives examples. Threads of truth woven into our lives to give insight. Like this week when He gave me Abraham, His friend. And He gave me Jesus, His Son. I look to their lives as a pattern for my own.
But you know, He also gave me my mom. And she knows exactly what it means to sacrifice one’s life. Because that’s just what she did. She gave up her life for mine. And for my brother.
She gave up huge chunks of time so that our future would be secure. Her wants and desires came second to our needs. Every single time.
She sacrificed her happiness. Her life. Her all.
Yes, unlike me, Mom was selfless.
And in return, I have life. And she is my pattern.
She is my mother.
I wish I could say I’ve followed my mom’s example. But I didn’t. No, for so long I was selfish and didn’t even know it.
Like in this picture when I was pregnant with Levi…
And I have to laugh when I see it. So carefree. So devil-may-care. That’s because I hadn’t a clue what was coming. I had no idea what a hard road motherhood is. I didn’t realize how much of myself I’d have to put to the side. The countless sacrifices and daily deaths…
At least for a season or two.
And I’d be lying if I said I was a natural. Frankly, being a mom hasn’t been easy. Because at times, my selfish nature quells up and it’s hard to push it back. I want what I want when I want it. And when it seems far off, darkness presents.
That’s when reluctance makes an appearance. An unwillingness holds court. Like this past month.
But God grabbed my attention and He illuminated my selfishness. That ugly part that takes away from those most dear…
Like my husband. My kids.
And I know I’m on the right track. Because I want to please them. I want to put aside my stuff in favor of theirs. I want to be a good wife and good mom. So once more, light overtakes the dark and stinginess gives way to generosity.
Thus, what Jason told Levi is really true. It’s a fact I love my son more than anyone else in the whole world could. Because I’d give my life for him. I’d die for him. That’s what mothers do…
And if I’m willing to sacrifice my life’s blood, then time is easy to release… the chunks of “mine” I tried to cling to.
Thus, I put away my faulty set of scales and lay down my life for theirs… again. See, this dying thing is an everyday occurrence. I have to find fresh resolve to do it. But in doing so, I find great reward. Because obeying makes me not just a friend of Jesus but also, a great mom and wife.
And through this act of obedience, I am blessed. As are they… those closest to me.
My husband and my kids.
Because I am a most willing wife. A wholly devoted mother.
Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her. Proverbs 31:28
6 thoughts on “An Unwilling Wife, a Reluctant Mother”
I’d be lying if I said I never had those feelings while raising the kids. I went through it at different times in their lives. But I can tell you now, looking back, those were the times and thoughts I regret most. I thought I wanted… I thought I needed time for me. Something that I could go do and feel accomplished, something that would make me feel like I contributed in some way, so I could feel important.
All the kids are grown now. They live their own lives apart from us. We are empty-nesters. Now is the time for me to be selfish- back then wasn’t. I look back and realize that those times in their lives (while they were little and growing up) were the most inappropriate times for me to feel so unimportant, so unfulfilled.
We take for granted what we and hope for things that we don’t.
I feel you, I truly do 😦
You’re right. Mothering is my biggest job and my biggest purpose – this should fulfill me more than any other thing I dream of as God chose me to raise these babies (one is 10, not quite a baby anymore). Thank you for your encouragement. I’ll take your words to heart.
God Bless You, Pam!
Thank you, Tuddy.
Very thought provoking and powerful Pam. Thank you for sharing…. it had shed some light for me with my own actions.
Thanks for reading, Amy. I really appreciate your comment. God bless.