Thursday, February 7, 2013

God Made A Mother

God had said --

I need someone to get up at midnight and scoop the most fragile of humanity close to her warmth and rock though she can hardly stand and nourish though she’s mostly sleep-starved and change the diaper and the sheets and the leaked on, leaked through, and leaked down clothes though she’ll have to change them in the morning and next week and that won’t change for years.

So God made a Mother.

That God had said I need somebody with a strong heart.

Strong enough for toddler tantrums and teenage testing, yet broken enough to fall on her knees and pray, pray, pray.

Someone who knows that in every hard place is exactly where you extend grace, who looks a hopeful child in the eye and says yes, even though she knows every yes means a mess but this is how you bless, who has the courage to keep letting go because she's holding on to Me.

So God made a mother.

God said I need somebody who can shape a soul and find shoes on Sunday mornings and get grass stains out of Levis.

And make dinner out of nothing and do it again 79,678 times, and keep kids off the road and out of the toilet and in clean underwear and mainly alive though she’s mainly losing her mind and will put in an 80 hour week by Wednesday night and just do one more load of laundry.

And one more sink of crusted burnt pots.

And keep on going another eighty hours because raising generations matters and weaving families matters and tying heart strings matters and these people here matter.

So God made a mother…

It had to be somebody who could comb back pigtails and tie up skates just-right tight.

Who could pretend she remembered algebra and how to get home from here and that really, she was just fine, that it might just be the silly onions.

Somebody who would run for the catch, jump on a trampoline and play one fierce game of soccer and not give a thought to all those labors and her weak pelvic floor. Somebody who’d stay up late with a science project that never ends, who’d get up early for the game in the rain, somebody who’d wave at the door until the taillights were out of sight and still be smiling brave.

So God made a mother.

It had to be somebody willing to keep loving when it made no sense because that’s what love does.
Somebody who knew that patience is a willingness to suffer.

That joy is always possible because there is always, always something to be thankful for.

And that life is not an emergency but a gift -- so just. slow. down. There are children at play here and we don’t want anyone to get hurt and the hurry makes us hurt.

Somebody willing to feed and lead, lay down her life and pick up her cross, give of her time because they have her heart. Someone who knows that we all blow it — and what matters is what we then do after.

Someone who could humble herself into the tender sorry that covers a multitude of sins.

And who’d bow her head at night over the girl asleep with the doll in the crook of her arm — and thank her Father for this hidden life that’s the turning gear for the a whole spinning world.

So God made a mother.

Thank you Ann for this amazing post. After such a rough week, I sure needed it. Please read it in its entirety, including commentary on the great God Made A Farmer SuperBowl ad and the wonderful farmer in her own life, with her own photographs HERE.


  1. Saw that post from Ann the other day....LOVE all her posts! Love these pics of you and your sweet kids, especially the one of your daughter trying to crawl away. Adorable!! God Bless!

  2. Wow! I was just sitting here complaining that my husband's out of town, I'm too busy for a full time job and a kiddo, and I'm wondering when I'm going to get my laundry room painting. It does not matter, does it?! There's so much love around and I need to soak up every minute. Thanks for reminding me to have a better perspective on things.

  3. this is exactly what i needed to read today. thank you a million times. the pics are adorable!

  4. BEAUTIFUL! Treasure every toy strewn room, every loving but sometimes wild moment and every sticky fingered hug. They grow up so quickly!!!

  5. thank you - i have needed this after the week i had! 3 year old, 2 year old and 30 weeks pregnant with #3 :)

  6. this is so beautiful. perfectly paired with the pictures of your littles. thank you for sharing!!!

  7. Thank you for posting! It is just what I needed after a long day! Love your photos of the kiddos in their uninhibited moments. ;)

  8. This is beautiful words and pictures! ~ new to your blog as of tonight, not even a blog reader much typically but it's beautiful here and makes me smile, and want to wear my bright heels more:) love your taste and interests and heart that shines through! Blessings to you and hope your fashion line just blossoms incredibly and your dreams come true with it in everyway!



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