“Die to pride, die to self, die to agendas, die to comfort, die to ease-and your life explodes with abundant life. Unexpectedly, the secret to abundance is not about self-but about dying to self.” P12
I wrote a blog several years ago about the season I was in
as a mother. It was titled, I think… “Die, self, Die!”
My children were all very small. Four children, age 9 and
under.
The physical needs that I had to meet each day never ended.
All day long I went from meeting one meet to meeting another need… nursing that
baby, tying that shoe, finding that lost book, baking that chicken, making that
bed, reading that book, kissing that boo-boo, setting up that craft project,
helping with that homework, unloading that dishwasher, wiping up that spilled
drink, changing that diaper, hanging that laundry, wiping that counter.
It never ended.
And that was just the physical needs of my children.
Nothing to be said of the husband, the friends, the family,
the neighbors, and all of the mental and emotional and spiritual strain and
tasks I was carrying also.
For a time, I had to repeat to myself, in the midst of the
needs “Die, self, die”. And it actually helped.
That is what I needed to do. I hadn’t a moment to think of
myself. I couldn’t put my needs before theirs… they were small and young and
the small and young need their Mama.
It was in uttering this phrase under my breath in the
moments that I felt I could not go on… that I found the perspective needed to
go on.
It’s not about me.
Life comes from death.
Joy comes from putting
others first.
Serving the small ones
is like serving Jesus Himself.
God made me a Mama… He
has given me what it takes to complete these tasks.
It worked.
That phrase is just what I needed to get through that
season.
Joy came from the submission to the calling of God on my
life.
Growth came out of that difficulty and brokenness and
helplessness that I felt.
Perspective came.
Intimacy with God came.
By laying self down.
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