Motherhood–like marriage–reveals the sin within me.
I complain, I worry, I’m selfish.
I yell, I compare, I’m quick to anger.
I am a mess in need of a Savior.
Thank goodness that God’s love and grace for my children is not reliant on how well I stumble through motherhood. How remarkable is it that even my sins can be used as teachable moments to paint a picture of what the gospel is all about?
My failure reveals His triumphs.
My sin reveals His grace.
My job is not to be a perfect mother.
My job is to point them to the cross. And then to the empty grave.
That doesn’t mean I stop striving for holiness and godliness. But it does mean that it’s not about me.
It doesn’t mean I don’t try to set a good example. But it does mean that my example includes asking for forgiveness and acknowledging that I’m a sinner saved by grace.
Motherhood may reveal the sin within me, but it also reveals the heart of the Father. The good, loving, forgiving, nurturing, kind heart of the Father.