Last night I joined a group of five mom's for a night out to see Mom's Night Out. It was a gentle nudging reminder that "I am His master piece and that is enough."
"You all spend so much time beating yourselves up it must be exhausting. Let me tell you something Girl. I doubt the good Lord made a mistake giving your kiddo's the Mama He did. So you just be you, He'll take care of the rest." - Bones (Mom's Night Out)
The movie scene of Ally & Bones was the scene of the movie that hit home the truth of the depth of the Father's love for us Mom's and just how much time we loose each day in beating ourselves up. He finishes up saying "It's a beautiful thing to watch one of God's creation just doing what He made it to do. Just being ... and that's enough." - Bones.
Think about it. It's a beautiful thing to watch something just being what it was created to be and do. We do not need to be like the Mom next door or on the next blog. We need to be who we are. Just be. It's only hard work to be something you're not ...
Mama take some time to really BE who you are. Rest in who you are and who He created you to BE. Stop striving to BE someone else you will never succeed.
You can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens you. In Him you live and move and have your being.
Be blessed and enjoy BEING who He made you Mama and the children whom He blessed you with.
After the movie last night we looked up the words for The Hand That Rocks The Cradle and were impressed with the poem it's from.
The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
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| Cradle Song Artist Rudolf Schweitzer-Cumpana |
Is The Hand That Rules The World
Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow--
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky--
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
--William Ross Wallace
