I got a peek at it friends. This holy ground that I’m standing on.
No it hasn’t always been this easy to see… and to be honest, I think I’m just getting the first glimpses of it.
The first time seeing and truly feeling the privilege it is, and the holy ground I’m walking upon, as I get to mother and raise my girls.
You see dear friends and especially to you mothers of babies and toddlers… I didn’t always see it…. I would hear about what holy work it was to mother my babies, but to be honest it just didn’t feel that important.
The daily grind and the monotony.
The diapers and the feedings.
The naps and the snacks and the teachings of how to behave and not throw a fit and mostly act like a human (especially in public) sure didn’t feel like holy work.
And to my moms who have gone before me and while I’m not quite there yet, I would imagine that maybe setting curfews, catching them in the thick of trouble or letting them fail and workout their own choices probably doesn’t always feel like holy work either.
But then you catch a glimpse.
A glimpse of the holy and heaven changing work it is, to parent and raise up your babies…. and for me it came disguised in a soccer game and in the package of my daughter scoring her first goal.
And so her back was to me as she scored and she froze…
My one who I feared would never play sports, as she didn’t like the attention, spot light or a stage in which she could mess up on…
And as she turned around… the most beautiful and coy smile crept straight across her face, almost unsure of what just happened and her eyes locked straight into mine.
A moment forever emblazoned upon my heart and a marking that signified the holy ground that I was and have been standing on.
A moment that made all those hard years seem worth the weight of all they held.
Joy. Confidence. Pride… And a mama screaming wildly and throwing her hands around… and one who was justtttttt lucky enough to capture a blurry picture of her smile, in the celebration of it all.
And as the game went on, I was remembering just where we had been and just how far we’d come. And while there is still so much more work to be done, I can taste the importance of it all. I can feel the weight of what used to go unnoticed.
The responsibility I have to continue and teach her about her confidence and self worth and who she is in Christ.
The sacred teachings of being humble and kind and how to treat other with deep love and respect.
And the JOY of getting to lock eyes with her as she takes her first steps into sweet victory and then also as she navigates future defeats and shortcomings…
The privilege of it all… holy ground.
So my sweet girl, I see you, as I stand on this soccer field and get the privilege of coming under you and lifting you high!
And to my mamas of littles ones, mamas of middles and mamas of bigs – I see you too!
In the trenches. Changing diapers. Grinding at work. On the field. Alone at home and all of us, in the mess of it all.
May you catch a glimpse friends… right in the midst of this hard, difficult, life-changing work that you’re doing… the kind that gets no praise or notoriety or documentation in those beautiful white squares… YOU are standing on holy ground.
***And if you’re reading this and you are not a mother, I hope and pray you will not miss the heart of what I’m sharing. The heart that tells you that where you are standing and where you are planted IS holy ground. Because while motherhood is holy work, its not the only work. And it is often in the day to day things, and in the very places that seem to bear no fruit, that God so chooses to move and where He plants your feet to make a way. And the heart of it all, is that the spaces we occupy, and the places that seem so unassuming, are the very grounds in which God often does His best and holy work.
Can I pray for you?
Jesus I lift my friends up high who are reading this. The ones in the mess, where the fog is thick and in the places where it is so hard to see the holy work they are doing. Would you give them a reminder, a glimpse, of the important holy work you have laid at their feet. Give them endurance and strength as they jump all the way in, to the calling you have given them. Help us Lord to be faithful to the holy ground you have set our feet upon. Help us to keep our eyes in our own lane and on You and would we wait expectantly, to see the fruit of all we are doing. Amen