A spring, not a well
It was 5:07 AM, and Watty Piper’s “The Little Engine That
Could” was all I could think about.
Not THE Little Engine herself, not the kind little blue
engine.
More so, the rusty old engine.
My eyelids felt heavy as I rolled out of bed, the balls of
my feet hitting the floor first. My ankles cracked and my knees ached. Inwardly
I blamed my run from the previous night but, in all actuality, it’s likely just
Father Time taking its course as well as consequence from years of back
handsprings and weekends on the soccer fields.
I plodded down the hallway to my daughter’s room where she
cried from her crib, silently willing her to not wake her brothers in the adjacent
room.
I must rest my weary
wheels… I cannot, I cannot, I cannot. The rusty old engine’s words circled
through my mind. I scooped up my daughter who cheered with glee to see her
rescuer and turned back toward my bed in vain. As is true every other morning,
she would NOT be going back to sleep. No matter how great at cuddling I happen
to be. She prefers rolling around, kicking her legs enthusiastically, begging
for food by way of screeching, “Eeeeeeeee” (eat) at the top of her lungs.
My weary wheels… I
cannot, I cannot, I cannot.
***
I was talking to a friend yesterday, a mom of two small
girls. We sat at her table, coffee mugs in hand, as our children dragged out
every toy within her home.
“Why is mothering so hard?” we posed the question to each
other, to the void.
It’s the age-old question. Why should something so ubiquitous
as motherhood, be so hard? Shouldn’t something that a great majority of the
planet has done for as long as we’ve been a species be easier by now? Why haven’t
we figured out the magic pill yet?
“I think, it’s because it’s SO Biblical. An unending
pouring-out, a call to suffer, with only the long view in mind. There are very
few instances of instant gratification. It’s the paradox of the Gospel, to
truly live is to die. And motherhood shows us that reality every second of
every day. We don’t get any awards, raises, or promotions. Our hard work of
endless sowing likely won’t show fruit, if any, for years. Every decision we
make directly affects someone else. And that’s why it’s hard.”
Truth. It is hard. We want what we want when we want it. And
motherhood, the sacrifice, laughs in the face of our wants. I just want to
drink a cup of hot coffee without reheating it in the microwave five times. I
just want to have my pre-baby body. I want obsequious children. I just want, want, want. So many ephemeral wants.
But, as Gloria Furman says, Biblical motherhood is marked by
our weakness. By a continual need of someone else to push us through the day.
We boast in our weakness, not in our sin. Because it is only by the grace of
God that any of our kids turn out okay. We wipe noses, repent. We make peanut
butter sandwiches, repent. We vacuum cereal crumbs from the rug AGAIN. And we
repent. We repent for our passive-aggressive comments, our selfishness, our
short tempers, our distraction. And it feels draining.
But, it can only feel draining if you’re looking at the
bottom of an empty well. A well running dry.
And, guess what? God doesn’t give us a well. He gives us a
spring.
And the Lord will guide you continually
and satisfy your desire in scorched places
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters do not fail.
and satisfy your desire in scorched places
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters do not fail.
Isaiah 58:11
This. This is why
when we feel we cannot take another step, we are somehow able to roll out of
bed and take ten. This is why when we cannot handle another tantrum, we somehow
manage to do so. This is why when we feel our servant hearts are wrung out from
exhaustion, we can make another hot meal and fill another sippy cup.
When Peter
exhorts the elders in 1 Peter 5 to shepherd the flock of God… “not domineering
over those in your charge, but being examples to the flock,” we can look at our
small flock of toddlers and babies and lead a life of example. If anyone wants
to be first, Jesus tells us, he must be very last… a servant of all. We lead by
serving, just as our Savior did. Who, though He was in the form of GOD, did not
count equality with God a thing to be grasped… but humbled Himself. He humbled
Himself by serving us, to the point of death on a cross (Philippians 2).
So, yes. Our
wheels are weary and an empty well cries, “I cannot, I cannot, I cannot.” But
we are not given a well. The Lord has given us a spring. And His waters do not
fail.
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