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EXPERIENCING the Blessing of a Child


Me with my precious Ella girl

I woke up and my body ached, my head hurt, and I had the sniffles.

I got what my kids had.

Last week all three of my children got sick with a cold, fever, body and tummy aches. I cuddled them, made them tea, rubbed their heads, and even fell asleep with one of them in their bed while thanking God that I was able to be with them while they were sick.

It was inevitable that I would get it. So when I did, I took some Ibuprofen and slathered on a bunch of oils. I then cuddled down into my bed and begged everyone around me not to talk or put on any lights.

Then it happened. My sweet girl sat on the bed next to me, rubbed my head gently, and said things like, “I’m so sorry you don’t feel well, mom. I love you.” She rubbed my head and spoke soothing words to me for nearly 10 whole minutes.

And right there, right in those minutes, I experienced one of the blessings of children.

I know that children are a blessing, but most days there is so much correction and teaching and cooking and cleaning up and the tiredness and “mom, mom, mom, mom, MOM!” and all the rest of mothering that the blessing can get lost. But when my dear Ella spoke kindly to me and rubbed my head, my heart felt such delight. I felt loved and cared for and she truly ministered to me.

The days can be long and difficult, but with each correction, each meal served, each cuddle, each kind word spoken and head rubbled and book read, I am imprinting my children with the stuff of love. And I am, without always being conscience of it, teaching them how to love.

You guys, parenting is ridiculous. It is so tired and frustrating at times, but then your child rubs your head and speaks calmness over you and it’s all worth it. All the work that you put in, day in and day out, it’s worth it. Our children are learning how to love. And when they love practically, people soften, light shines, and God, who is love, is seen.

It is love that changes the world. And that love, it begins in the four walls of your home.

It begins and works itself out in hidden places, in the normal, in the dailyness of life. But it happens, if you give yourself to the work.

So keep on moms, because what the world desperately needs comes, literally, from the love of a mother.

“Correct your son, and he will give you comfort; He will also delight your soul.” Proverbs 29:17

Love, SM

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  • becca

    Oh, thank you for taking the time to post this. Just what I needed!! Praying you feel better.
    Also, saw your post on the oils. I am going to look into ordering some. Hugs, Becca

    • http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com Sarah Mae

      So glad it encouraged you! As to the oils, hang tight, I’m going to be having a giveaway soon!

  • Elise

    Beautiful encouragement for those days when you forget what you’ve done with your life as a mom, matters.

  • Christa Gregg

    I’m sorry you got sick, but God knew I needed this blog post today. It hit right where I am. Mothering is so hard and some days…the mundane threatens to suffocate me. But these moments when God gives us a glimpse of the “end” the fruit..those name it worth it to stay in the fight and raise warriors for His kingdom and His glory.

  • MK Jorgenson

    Valentine’s Day fell exactly 4 weeks postpartum for me. Trying to get dressed to go out with my husband was frustrating and a bit soul-crushing…but I didn’t say a single negative word or grab at my belly fat or roll my eyes or sigh–because my two daughters (4.5 and 2) were watching me. The 4-year-old is intuitive, so when she caught my less-than-happy eye, I smiled and said, “It takes a while for Mama’s body to go back to normal.”
    My daughter smiled and said, “It’s a perfect fit.”
    Then the two-year-old wandered over, poked my soft, muffiny belly and said, “Pink…pretty girl.”

    Definitely a blessing. 🙂

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