It’s a joy to see my kids trusting that God gave them dreams so they could make a difference, and believing that hard work will pay off—whether it is taking college classes or going on missions trips. Like me, they are discovering that God is big enough to complete what we can’t possibly achieve on our own.
My kids didn’t raise themselves. Not even close. I’ve been there for them—as a teacher, as a bus driver, as a cook, and as a listener. And when I’m not running around with them, attending their games or heading out on a bike ride with them, they know where to find me. You see, the kingdom of God is in my 12×12 office, where everyone congregates. Jesus finds pleasure here.
He’s also with me when I leave my office and venture into my day, whether it’s in my noodles (made with love) or my novels (made with love). To my kids I’m Mom, whether I’m cook Mom or writer Mom or teacher Mom or taxi Mom. And doing things other than parenting doesn’t make me any less of a mom. It took me awhile to figure that out. It also took me awhile to figure out that God’s help isn’t limited to one area or another. He’s faithful to pour His love through me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
How does God pour His love through you?
Excerpt © Tricia Goyer, Blue Like Play Dough