Philippians 4:11
“Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”
Such a simple verse. Such a difficult thing to learn.
Being content. Being perfectly happy in any situation you are faced with.
How often have I been truly content in my life? How many times have I longed for something to change. Something new, something different. Forgetting how wonderful everything is in that moment. Then it changes and I look back and wish for it to be like it was.
How many women are longing to become a mother. They see a woman cradling a child and desperately wish it was her, holding their own baby. But they don’t see what the mother has struggled with that day. The hours spent comforting a crying baby, changing messy diapers, not having a moment to herself. The mother might look at that girl without a child with envy. Wishing for the days when they could stay out late, sleep in, hop in her car at a moments notice and meet some friends for coffee.
Lucy is teaching me to be content. This morning my mind was racing with all the things I needed to accomplish today. Work, laundry, cleaning, exercise, the list goes on. My window of time to get a lot done was her morning nap. I can usually count on at least an hour to jam as much as I can get done while she sleeps. She had other plans. I quickly rocked her and laid her down. Not happening. I could see that she was tired so I ran off hoping she would fall asleep on her own. Nope. She needed me. In that moment she needed to be held. I picked her up and plopped down in the rocker again for another try. Trying to put a time limit on how quickly I can put her back down and get to my list. My mind racing about the dirty dishes in the sink, the crumbs on the counter and the hours of work still needing to be finished today. But all I can do is sit. It doesn’t take long and she is nestled on my chest, her breathing slows, her thumb in her mouth and a blanket wadded up in her little hand. And here I am. The dishes don’t matter. The laundry doesn’t matter because this is where I am needed. And this is more important. She is content. And I am finally content.
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I'm sitting here crying. I can SO relate to this.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this Nikki. I have been learning so much about contentment lately too and you so spoke for me in this. Though I have not yet had your experience, I have come to have a greater appreciation for the role of mother.
ReplyDeleteThis write up I found a while ago really said it.
"Once a lady went to visit her friend. During the visit the children of the friend entered the room and began to play with each other. As the lady and her friend visited, the lady turned to her friend and said eagerly and yet with evidently no thought of the meaning of her words: " Oh, I'd give my life to have such children." The mother replied with a subdued earnestness whose quiet told of the depth of experience out of which her words came:" That's exacly what it costs." "
~Blessings
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