The days are incredibly busy. My eyes don’t see, and my ears don’t hear as much when my mind is filled to the margin with my own thoughts, my own plans.
But this morning, I see the girl who sits beside me nearly every sunrise and reads, just like her Mama and I’m reminded of the pouring in I get to do with each of my precious children. The job at hand blooms once again in my mind as a grand adventure, a privilege bestowed upon me to gather up into my heart and courageously seize like a sword ready for battle. My biggest calling, my fullest honor – Motherhood.
Late last night I sat on the bed of a boy holding a Rubik’s Cube in one hand and a football in the other. He’s discovering daily who he is and who God will one day mold him to be. For now, and in his mind, he’s somewhere between a famous NFL player and a whiz kid.
We read from, The Book of Hero’s for Children, and I could sense two little boy hearts were stirred, two minds directed to the good and the noble ways of armored Knights and “Keepers of the castle gate”. I was tired and my words felt fumbled and weak as my eyes tracked line after line sometimes unsuccessfully. But when I glanced over to one side and then the other, I saw only the faces of two young warriors leaning on my shoulders, deeply involved in another’s story of heroism and I thought, there’s really hero stories everywhere because a hero is one who never stops trying to accomplish the goal (whatever it may be).
It’s really the life of a Chistian – Take up your cross, be faithing in doing good, run the race well, choose to be joyful in all circumstance, be steadfast, and receive the crown of righteousness!
There’s an opportunity for all of us to be a hero in our own story and it’s not always the preserving of our life or another’s that makes us one, but the pressing on to find what’s next on the adventure, the discovery of who we are to be and what we are to cultivate. For me, it’s often the bringing of beauty and peace to our home that stamps it with the seal of, “this space has been won and claimed for the Kingdom”. Cutting fresh flowers for the living room coffee table or pouring thick brownie batter into a pan for an afternoon treat thrums with the rhythm of home and victory over the darkness that’s pressing itself against our doorframes and tablet screens.
In our home, a hero is one who is repeatedly redirecting his/her sight back onto the prize to be won. And oftentimes it’s through the most ordinary of things. A hero does not always rescue a downtrodden maiden or pierce through the shiny scales of the dragon but is the one who chooses rightly on an average day.
The one who patiently stirs the soup or cuts the last cherry scone in half to share, the one who makes the bed without being asked or throws an arm around his sister when she’s feeling alone. All these seemingly small actions are like thrusts into the flesh of Satan’s plan of defeat. Darkness is consumed by our love for one another.
I pour the cranberry tart mixture into a pan and prep the table for a surprise treat before calling to the kids with the bell that's fastened to the porch post. There's hearts to be won on this day and I know just the thing to do it!
"My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass." Psalm 102:11