Mamas, it has been a hot minute since I sat in front of this bright pixelated screen to write and it’s not because I didn’t want to. It’s just because I have felt so…well let’s be real here… lazy. I have become lazy. I am as lazy as that la-z-boy recliner your uncle falls asleep in after a Thanksgiving get-together. I am as lazy as the rug in your kitchen and I have been about as useless as the hamper in your kids room. All the huzzle-buzzle of life has made me lazy. (Now that’s an oxymoron for ya).
I have missed you all.
I try to put forth some effort on the days the kids are in school. I envision talking a shower, maybe doing some laundry, oh! maybe even vacuum that inch high dust behind the sofa! I have dreams and ambitions to DO but I sadly DON’T. I am lazy.
Between playing airplanes, creating with play dough, filling the house with laughter and giving baths after the Troll glitter bombs go off after making valentines (that I never sent out) or after Scarlet decides to turn into an umpa lumpa by painting her whole entire leg with dot paint, I am tired. Don’t get it twisted, I am present. I am just tired…and lazy.
You know what sucks the most? I have been really lazy in my relationship with our God. My Jesus. That’s crazy right?! Like the God that created the universe, the one that wrote my story, blessed me with this incredible life, these amazing kids, I have been lazy with. I have given Him the least. The very last of me. No phone calls to chat. No quick texts to tell Him I love him. No quality time with Him. I mean, I can spend all day with my husband and I will still crawl over to him and weasel my way in his arms like cat begging for attention. Don’t you know that’s how our Father feels?
And I get it. There is so much on our plates and so much more that goes on in our heads. There is too much to do, too many places to be, too many friends keep up with, and too many minutes to waste mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. I get it. My soul yearns for Him and I’ve ignored it. Because I am lazy. My heart sings for Him and I dismiss it. Because I am lazy. He calls for me and I cancel our plans to connect last minute…because I am lazy. Mamas, I don’t want to be lazy anymore. Are you with me?
So look, I have this proposal. (Not mine really, Jesus revealed it to me in a vision one day two weeks ago.) It’s a “More Than Mama” proposal. A “hey mamas, let’s not be lazy” proposal. A “let’s keep our sanity” proposal. A “let’s raise some Jesus warriors” proposal and most importantly, a “lets chat it up with our Father” proposal.
He has called me host a bible study here in my home for mamas and toddlers this summer. Twice a week. It will be a time to get our kids together and teach them the love of our Heavenly Father, through snacks, crafts, play and song. Oh my word, can you imagine all us mamas singing ‘Deep and Wide’ in our high-pitched choir voices?!
“Train up a child in the way he should go…”- Proverbs 22:6
But mamas, it will be a time for us to connect with each other and our Father. To talk about struggles, cry about our wounds, and laugh about the crazy-filled-beautiful-raw moments of motherhood….and maybe with a mimosa or glass of wine in hand. And don’t you dare worry about the babes because my house is tot proofed, yard is jail proofed and I have enough juice boxes and gummies for an army. God calls us to honor Him. He yearns for our relationship too. Before we were mamas, we were His. We are “More than Mamas” we are DAUGHTERS… and mamas, that is even sweeter.
“Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come”- Proverbs 31:25
