I’ve joined the #100happydays challenge. Daily, for 100 days, I will post something that makes me happy.
Happy Mother’s Day! Today my sweet kids fixed me a breakfast of champ-o-rado (a Filipino chocolate porridge we called champi-bubbles when I was growing up) and fresh fruit.
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| My three priceless jewels. I’m lucky to be their mom! |
They’ve treated me like a queen, but sometimes, I don’t think that of myself.
Last night, I admitted to my husband that, “Sometimes, I feel like I’m the lumpy stuff that God had leftover from his modeling clay.”
My husband looked horrified at my comparison. I mean, what harsh words, I know. But it was true. I think this is because I compare myself with others, with other moms especially, and I never seem to measure up.
At Sunday School today, the topic was about building the church and the Kingdom of God. Doctrine & Covenants, 1: 19-23 says:
The weak things of the world shall come forth and break down the mighty and strong ones, that man should not counsel his fellow man, neither trust in the arm of flesh —
But that every man might speak in the name of God and the lord, even the Savior of the world;
That faith also might increase in the earth;
That mine everlasting covenant might be established;
That the fulness of my gospel might be proclaimed by the weak and the simple unto the ends of the world, and before kings and rulers.
What does this mean to me as a mother? This means that I don’t need fanfare and weaponry and sieged cities to make a difference in my children’s lives. This means that with the Lord, I may be my “weak” self and still be a good mother. As a mother, my influence extends to the ends of the world.
I’m grateful to be a mom. More especially, I’m grateful for a merciful Lord who gives me plenty of second chances and sees me not how I am but what I can become.
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