Miss Mother Behind The Mark

Have you heard of her? SHE is the problem. She has problems, she is the reason things are the way they are. She gowns up in guilt- dutifully. Every morning she misses a beautiful dawn because she is packing her daily “I can fix it” backpack. It’s a heavy, a lot of responsibility bag. Or wait, maybe she misses the dawn because the night before she slept with the back pack and upon opening her eyes with the morn, realizes how heavy it is. Cumbersome. She struggles to even sit up in bed.

     Miss Behind The Mark is the reason her family is as poor as they are. Or what is poor? She doesn’t really know. She just knows that is she would keep better books, do her own sewing, not have so many appointments, meal plan, buy groceries on sale and maybe not so many for her family, be more organized at home so she could get more house jobs, they’d be so much better off financially. Everyone would surely be happier. Even if she’d try and clean her own home better things would not be fall aparty like they are. Yes she’s the problem.

       Her children are definitely real.. not some fairy tale dream angels. No sir! The will in those kids are hot and heavy. And it’s her fault. She’s let them win over her almost every time. Or she must have. Other parents, other kids sure don’t have these problems.. her friends must surely go home and shake there heads at this method of child training. She’s a failure. She must be firmer, bossier, stricter. She’s convinced her kids will grow up to be sloppy and don’t care. Her two year old fights and begs her to not comb her hair. And doesn’t happily comply when it’s getting combed. There is so much coaxing. Yes they are destined to be the county slobs.  In fact miss misfit is a weak person because other mothers would gawk at the things she allows. A dog? In the house? Colors? On the carpet? Food? Outside the high chair? And who but this parental failure would have a pen/sharpie/toothpick in reach of grubby fingers? Yes definitely she’ll be needing to try harder. For she’s not consistent. In fact she doesn’t do anything to train the kids. 

   Her hubby doesn’t do everything right either. And she packs that guilt up in the satchel with the rest of the world’s burdens.. sometimes she wonders if they are a match made in Heaven like she has felt they have been before. She’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve his love. Because who is she? She’s jus an old mom. A mom that get impatient. That’s tired. That serves food off paper plates.. His laundry isn’t always put away and let’s not talk about the unmade bed or trash that should’ve been taken out three days ago. The shower in their bathroom, uhh yeah. Her backpack begins to unload on him.. things tumbling out that look like accusations against the dearest that God gave her. There life is less than perfect and he surely could do better to help..

    Her spiritual life too. Wow! If people could really see the mess. And how is it possible to make it to Heaven with the deceit, the wrong, the world we live in today. In fact there is not way

     And then her Creator steps in. Sometimes I’m the form of her mother. Sometimes with a quiet voice that can’t be mistaken.. this is guilt.. this is blame and shame. This is the opposite of faith and trust. This is doing it by yourself.. her eyes open. She realized for the first time in along time that there is a better way. Her Maker did not design her for this guilt. In fact He loves her. And has so much more faith in her than this. He made her a mother. He created the hurricane of love that is two for her. He knew she’d be able to handle it her with him.. even all these doctor’s appointments the hurricane melts in.. even her strong will.. Her maker did give her the love of her life and said it is good. He made it to be a love that lasts. Not just a fleeting romantic before kids, before real life hits love. He tells her that she needs faith. In Him. In herself through Him.. in His saving grace. In His way to Heaven.. and she weeps. She realize the sin if doing it my way. And she steps away from Calvary with freedom. Life is still real. Life is still tough. But there’s sunshine in walking with the Makes. With trusting her husband because He’s created the union. And hand in hand they can do it!