He did it for me and so did she
It can get pretty difficult being a mother let alone a single one. You feel unappreciated, disrespected, and even victimized sometimes. Children can be so self-centered and demanding it makes you want to run away screaming saying, "why me!." I start to reflect on how unfair it is when I realize that the demanding, self-centered ungrateful child use to be me. My mother took care of me like the champion of my life, and my dad made room for me even when he was tired from work. What I didn't know while I was living my wonderful life is that my mother was sick a lot of the days she took care of me. She really didn't want to play Candyland or watch cartoons. She went to bed late and got up early to make sure that my brother and I had everything that we needed and the house was in order. My mom spent most of my childhood bone tired, but she did a wonderful job making my life the best that she could. She suffered with me through my homework and let me cry on her, cough on her, drool on her, and sleep on her. She did it for me because she wanted to be a good mother. I can only complain so much knowing that someone did the same things for me that I do for my son.
Even greater God gave his only begotten son for me so that I could live the life that he intended for me to live. Jesus lived, died, and rose again thinking of me all the way. He didn't complain about how ridiculous it was that I couldn't manage to follow the simple rules that God set for me. He didn't wine about how unfair his life was. He didn't try and run from his responsibility, and he paid the ultimate price for me. He suffered because he loved me and he didn't complain. I am humbled by this thought. This is why I can go on. I can continue to stay up late with him, nurse him when he needs it, chase him down, wash him up, and clean his messes. God sent Jesus to clean up my messes, he washed me up, he chased me down, and he stayed up late with me when I couldn't sleep. He still does. God has shown me so much love that I want to share that with my son. I want to show him if I can what God's love looks like, my mom showed me and continues to show me. That is the true job of a christian mother, to show her children the love of God in the way that she raises them and then point them to the source of that love which is God himself and Jesus the Christ.
Even greater God gave his only begotten son for me so that I could live the life that he intended for me to live. Jesus lived, died, and rose again thinking of me all the way. He didn't complain about how ridiculous it was that I couldn't manage to follow the simple rules that God set for me. He didn't wine about how unfair his life was. He didn't try and run from his responsibility, and he paid the ultimate price for me. He suffered because he loved me and he didn't complain. I am humbled by this thought. This is why I can go on. I can continue to stay up late with him, nurse him when he needs it, chase him down, wash him up, and clean his messes. God sent Jesus to clean up my messes, he washed me up, he chased me down, and he stayed up late with me when I couldn't sleep. He still does. God has shown me so much love that I want to share that with my son. I want to show him if I can what God's love looks like, my mom showed me and continues to show me. That is the true job of a christian mother, to show her children the love of God in the way that she raises them and then point them to the source of that love which is God himself and Jesus the Christ.
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