A Mother's Pondering

...But, Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart... (Lk. 2:19)

...And his mother treasured up all these things in her heart.... 
(Lk. 2:51b)

I love how Luke describes the "mother heart" of Mary.  I totally get it.  Being a young mom-with-child brings much to the soul of a mother.  She begins to function and think in ways she never thought she would.  The developing embryo, stamped with her DNA, begins to transform the woman carrying the precious cargo.  Wow - who would have thought where those early formative days would lead?

Along the road - aiming our children to adulthood, many adjustments had to made.  My time no long was "my" time. The first weeks of the twins' lives - my husband and I laugh, realizing, "Oh! we can't just walk out the door any more!"  Two little bundles were to join us now on our adventures, whatever they may be.  Two became three, three became four, until we had six bundles at final count.  Volumes could be written of the journey beginning back in 1980.

But, now it's a different chapter.  These days, it seems the older our children become, the more time is spent on our knees.  Once a mother, always a mother.  Each child holds a portion of my heart so when they hurt, I hurt.  When they rejoice, I rejoice.  When they struggle, I struggle.  It's all part of the calling.  A sixth sense miraculously goes into warp drive, because moms just know what's going on with her kids.

There is no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth ~ 3 Jn. 4

From those days long ago - in the middle of the night - while feeding a small babe - my mom's heart was gathering moments hoping to never forget.   Other times I would wake in that dark night - troubled by my own harsh words or other burden from the day - I would creep beside that small child's bed and pray - pleading God's forgiveness - asking for His covering and peace over that child.  Other times my prayers sought His wisdom to grow them in their God-given 'bents'. 

So, here I am today.  My babes are no longer little, each going their own way.  Today, my prayers in the night are for their choices, are for protection from the darts of this world.  They won't escape it all - neither did we.  They will have to weigh the balance as we did.  They will one day be kneeling at the foot of their child's bed.

You know the plans you have for them......


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