I read, Motherhood as a Mission as Desiring God today, thanks to Ann Voskamp's wonderful links, and...
I am PIERCED. DIVIDED. And my thoughts and the intentions of my heart lay bare on the Surgeon's table, just as He said they would in Hebrews 4. I am NAKED and EXPOSED to His eyes and to Him I will give an account.
I reflect on my words of yesterday, and I read the soul-bearing words of today.
Do I get this? Do I understand the importance of my mission as a mother-making disciples of all nations. It's my mission, right? Starting here.
Therefore, I cry out to the living God for mercy. As my heart lay bare, faintly beating on this mother-table, I pray for the blood of Jesus to wash over my thoughts, words and actions, particularly toward my children. I pray for a new song in my heart, a fresh revelation of your grace, as I mother my 4 precious gifts.
I pray to understand this blood transfusion.
I pray to understand this "getting to" not "having to".
I pray to see the depth of my depravity and beauty of your grace and your awe-inspiring power that drops me to my knees.
I will give an account...I will give an account...I will give an account...
Pierce me, Word, pierce me straight through.
Divide me into a million pieces and lay me low.
I will be last.