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A Long Road Ahead

April 6, 2011

How many times a day do I lose perspective? Too many. I forget His love for me. I lose sight of all He’s done for me, all I have to be grateful for. During this Lenten season I seem to be more aware… more aware of His pain… more aware of His love…

Over and over life tells the story of how love sacrifices. As a wife, I begin to know what my husband has sacrificed for me, for our children. Instead of being free to have numerous dangerous and daring adventures at the drop of a hat, he has chosen to sacrifice what many would define as adventure for the adventure of responsibility…responsibility to provide for our family, responsibility to be a loving father who spends time with his children…

I suppose many would say this is quite antiquated, that a woman can provide financially just as well as a man, and that a woman can teach her boys how to grow up into men, and I’m not arguing with you. I’m not saying that this is how every family should look. I am saying that this is how our family looks, and yes it is traditional, I know, and it works for us. I am overwhelmingly thankful to my husband for both his provision for us and for his desire to partner with me in parenting our boys. I know that he gives up other activities that might put his ability to fulfill these roles at risk, and he might think I take it for granted, but I do not. I am grateful and oh-so in love…

As a mom, I put my desires on hold multiple times a day to care for and spend time with my little ones. It’s a sacrifice. Though I LOVE being a mom, that selflessness doesn’t come naturally in every. single. situation. over. and. over. again. and. again. ūüėČ Often times I have to make a conscious choice to love and not be impatient.

It’s being in this amazing family of mine that has deepened my understanding of and my gratitude for my Savior. My Jesus who loved me so much that, in all his divinity, he stuffed himself into the constraints of a human body, in a time period without modern conveniences, in a persecuted culture, in a peasant family… and he lived an utterly selfless life, doing nothing out of selfish ambition, or vain conceit, but in humility, served and loved others, even unto death. THAT is the Jesus I love, the Jesus who embraced the least of the least, restored lives, and offered hope to the hopeless.

In the words of Ephesians 3, I pray that we:

being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God.

Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen.

I know that I have a long road ahead, and I give thanks to the  victorious One who has walked that road already.

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