Today’s post was written by our monthly contributor, Lara. You can visit her blog at www.ToOverflowing.com.
I don’t know who wrote it, but I’ve never forgotten, “They won’t remember all the things you did with them, but they will remember how you made them feel.”
I think about those wise words especially when I’m feeling a little frustrated or whiny about my mommy tasks. Like during our recent camping trip.
I admit that I don’t love to camp. Well…reword. I don’t love to tent camp with three young kids when it rains all night and the temperatures drop into the 30s. Not my favorite.
So knowing that our most recent camping trip would include all of these factors, I had to get alone with God before our adventure began. Because I didn’t want my bad attitude to ruin the trip. He graciously met me in my laundry room with true words.
So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.
1 Corinthians 10:31
Put To The Test
We arrived at the site around dinner time. So with the clouds looming and rain inevitable I started the grill. The grate wasn’t straight so two hot dogs rolled off into the charcoal. But we live by the 10-second-rule so I just wiped off the crunchy pieces of charred mess and threw the hot dogs back on the fire.
The kids didn’t notice. They ran around making memories with stick-swords.
We roasted smores and sang a couple of songs and got ready for bed. Then we crawled into our sleeping bags just as the rain started — God’s gracious timing. Though I did dream of gunshots all night with the sound of rain tapping on the tarps.
The oldest woke up around 4:30 needing to go potty. In the rain. And cold. So we ran down the trail in our pajamas to the bath house. When we got back into our sleeping bags I couldn’t sleep because all I could hear was the wild animal that found our stray box of Cheez-Its. It kept reaching in and out of the bag, crunching like a hungry child.
I’m pretty sure it was a raccoon but in my sleep deprivation I laid there slightly fearful that it was a baby bear, which meant its mama was somewhere close. And I’m not interested in meeting up with a bear in the woods.
The kids woke up with the sun — cheerful and excited for the day. While I scrounged for some coffee. Then we hiked a short trail. And after we loaded the car to head home, the first thing they asked was, “When can we do that again?!” My man and I just gave each other “the look.”
We were only gone a total of 24 hours but I had to keep battling my attitude. I didn’t feel like being there. I didn’t want to be cold and wet. But there were these three kids who couldn’t wait to get on that mountain.
The Call on a Mama
I don’t love to tent camp with three young kids when it rains all night and the temperatures drop into the 30s. But as moms we sometimes have to do things that we don’t love. And our attitudes will make an impression on the hearts of our kids.
I want them to remember that I laughed with them, that I smiled a lot, that I listened when they had something to say. I want them to remember that I made them feel loved. I want to honor my Lord.
I continually fail which is why I’m desperately thankful for His grace that mends the places I’ve torn. But this day I lay mommyhood before Him again, asking that He love their souls through my imperfect hands — even if I may not like what’s on the agenda.Leave a Comment