A few years ago, we went to hear a missionary speak about his work with orphans. He spotlighted this verse:
2 Corinthians 12:15 — “I will most gladly spend and be spent for your souls…”
He told about his schedule, being totally disposed to a large group of fatherless young boys. This man had NO time to himself, and didn’t have the conveniences of normal American living. He lived in a hot, Central American climate, in a rustic setting.
Yet, he was glad to expend (ekdapanao – to spend out, completely exhaust) himself for these guys. To him, these young men were souls to love…and win to Jesus. He looked past “dirty and needy” and saw “valuable.”
That’s true love. It’s the way God looks at us.
Romans 5:8 – “For while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”
Our sinful selves are not lovable or desirable. Yet, with the covering of Jesus, we are gathered into God’s family – and He loves us.
Insert bridge here to the concept of motherhood…
I have eleven (biological) children to love, nurture and train. Some of them are adults now.
At times, I have felt “spent” as a mother.
(But…ahh… I have had hot showers, cups of coffee and a warm, cozy bed to enjoy — eventually.)
Although it’s tempting, I don’t want to coast on this marathon of motherhood. I don’t have toddlers anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to put things on autopilot.
Let my teens smile and roll their eyes good-naturedly when I ask them “What are you going to be when you grow up?”
Let them groan when I stumble my way into their technological world, or make a silly parent pun.
I will correct them, confront them, and praise them. I will surprise them with love whenever I can (even when they’re crabby, contrary or cheeky.)
I will press on in the high calling of motherhood, calling upon God’s grace to refresh me when I’m spent.
But, for now I must say farewell — my fans await me.
It’s Mother’s Day weekend.
I already have a lovely lavender plant, a piece of chocolate and a gift that couldn’t wait to be given sitting on my desk.
Ekdapanao has its rewards. And it’s not even Sunday yet.