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When The Noise of The World Is Overwhelming

When The Noise of The World Is Overwhelming

Oh, the world noise. I’m tongue-tied by it. Weary of the resounding gongs and clanging cymbals. Tired of how I add to the cacophony. God asks us to love Him and to love others (Matthew 22:38-39). It’s His most important thing, but is it my most important […]

Why We Need to Redeem Sincerity

Why We Need to Redeem Sincerity

It feels awkward to say to someone that I want to pray for them. It feels strange to send someone an encouraging note telling them the strengths I see in them. Actually speaking an encouraging word can feel downright weird. So, I don’t put myself out […]

How Motherhood Reminds Me of God

How Motherhood Reminds Me of God

Josh Willink
Josh Willink

Cling is the word of the day on Sesame Street.

At days end, I am assessing. Has my life mattered? Did I do anything of eternal significance? Did I do anything at all?

I spent most of the day stuck under a sick child.

Cling is the word of the day.

When he took a nice long nap, I got stuck under my other recovering from sick child as he took a nap.

Cling is the word of the day.

I did dishes, one load of laundry, cooked, wrote a paragraph or two, and took two drives never leaving the car so we could get out of the house but not share the germs.

I was mostly kind, loving, and encouraging. Even though I was down to the bones tired.

Is that enough to count as having done something significant today?

The little one wakes up often in the night coughing. I go in there, and he clings.

Cling is the word of the night.

When I finally put him down again, he is upset. Comfort gone. I pat his back and stroke his cheeks.

Cling is the word of the night.

I am overwhelmed as a mother by the sheer busyness of it all, the thousands of minute ways a day can slide past a human being. How in the end of a day can feel so useless? Nothing happened that anyone noted. No boss said good job. No project was finished (are they ever finished?). Days seem so unimportant.

I look over my shoulder. I see babies growing into toddlers growing into kids that bring joy. I notice their love and kindness. They learned that, but from where? I lack the ability to see from this angle, but it must be in this home. This wreck of a home with piles of dishes and toys strewn. This wreck of a home with loads of love and encouragement tossed about.

I allow my child to cling to me because I am overwhelmed with my love for him. I cling to him.

Cling is the word of my life.

God loves more than the comfort of mothers in the middle of the night.

God loves more. Wild and freeing.

God loves more. Reassuring and steadying.

He allows us to cling to him because of his overwhelming love for us. I cling to him.

Cling is the word of my life.