Power in Motherhood: The Way She Sees Things

Selected to be a part of Tribe magazine’s short story compilation on The Power in Motherhood, I wanted to show my youngest daughter’s strength and tenacity through a simple metaphor. I used a flower in all its innocent beauty to highlight the raw delicacy and grace of my little firecracker. Come on over to Tribe Magazine and check it out! I am among 12 amazing writers who also talk about motherhood in their very own unique and thoughtful ways.

(Photo credit: Martin Vorel )

“She is here and now. This moment is her strength because she is planted right in the deep, dark soil of it.”

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Childhood Fears as an Adult

The physical darkness in front of me doesn’t negate the heavenly Light I carry within me.

I am a grown woman with a childhood fear that just won’t let go. I am the mom who makes her kids have nightlights in their rooms because I’m scared that they might get scared in the middle of the night.

Am I a fearful person? Not really. I am very into confronting your fears and living on the edge. After all, the Bible even says in 2 Timothy 1:7, (and I quote this verse often to my tribe),
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear,

but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”

But when the room is pitch black, all of the blood rushes to my head and I instantly blurt out whatever expletive or shrieking sound I can muster to get someone, ANYONE, to turn the light back on.

I thought that maybe this was a major problem and I needed some counseling or something. I even considered forcing myself to sleep in my bedroom without the bathroom light shining in from down the hall to somehow face my fear head on.

Then it occurred to me recently as I was struggling with letting my youngest sleep (per her request) without a night light- The physical darkness in front of me doesn’t negate the heavenly Light I carry within me. Aren’t I called to be the Light? To be a flickering flame shining HOPE in the night hours? A glimmering speck of FREEDOM that guides the captives out of their gloomy cells?

My three year old knows this truth better than I do it seems. She sings songs like “This Little Light of Mine” and “Jesus Loves Me” to herself in her bed at night. What a picture of faith. She is worshipping the Light Giver even though her eyes only see darkness. That image preaches itself.

If I force her to have that night light, I would be enabling her to be afraid of the dark just like I have been for too long. I would, in essence, be passing my fear onto her.  Notice, I didn’t say that I want her to constantly live in bright, well-lit places and never encounter darkness at all. I think, many times, this is where we miss it. (I know I did!) But the cool thing is, my fear of the dark has actually introduced my heart to the safety of the Light. However, always living comfortably in the warmth of the sun by no means instills a longing for more light. In fact, it leaves you hot and a little presumptuous that life will always be full of sunshine.

No, the nighttime seasons make us long for the morning rays. I want my kids to experience the dark because it is in those moments when they will come to realize that the Light never left them. Isn’t that what hope is, after all? A knowing that the darkness will not fully overtake us because we have a Savior who lives inside of us and to Him, “the night shines as bright as day.” (Psalm 139:12)

 

The Morning Light

Freedom is calling your name. Step into the light and never look back.

It’s a new day. Go ahead and take a deep breath. Remind yourself that His mercies are new every morning. 

Last night, in the dark, you may have said or done some things that you regret today. But my friend, the light of the morning sun has risen in the sky. The things done in the dark are forgotten in the light.

The light literally can’t contain the blackness of yesterday’s night. It has to shine. Bright and beaming, the glow of today overshadows yesterday’s dimness. All that’s left is what we remember.

Can you let the streaming rays call out to this hidden truth inside of you? Can you forgive yourself for what only you can still see? Let the early gleam of dawn refresh you with its brilliance, its illuminating possibilities.

The darkness limits us, confines us, traps us. The light sets us free to walk in a spacious place. Bask in the warmth of knowing you never have to be a prisoner to the dark ever again. Freedom is calling your name. Step into the light and never look back.

 Then Jesus again spoke to them, saying, “I am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life” (John 8:12).

To Be

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To be really known in the midst of the darkness

and the deep desires that cling to me

when I just want them to let me go

 

To be fully seen in the chaos

of my spinning mind and out of body madness

that invariably takes me for a ride

 

To be unquestionably loved from the inside out

despite my wandering and meandering

and incessant falling down

 

To be undeniably free from the kiss

of shame that tastes good at first

but then always leaves me with echoing regret

 

How I love to look back

and remember where I used to be

before my spirit, soul, and body found truth

 

In the only One who’s constantly

known me and seen me

loved me and freed me

 

The only One who has always been and always will be 

 
NaBloPoMo November 2015