Marilyn reminds all of us mothers of the eternal importance of motherhood.
A
Sacred Calling
By Marilyn Wiens
My husband and I
smiled at each other as a bamboo steamer of shrimp dumplings, and leaf-wrapped
bundles of sticky rice were set before us.
We sipped green tea from tiny cups and listened delightedly to the
Mandarin chatter around us. A little
boy, playing with a set of chopsticks, sat beside us—the link between us and
this restaurant full of people. We were
elated to have found such an authentic Chinese restaurant in Canada.
After our food
came, my husband said, “Let’s pray.” I
peeked over at Riley and watched as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. His
chubby fists came together, and he bowed his head. My heart constricted, and a knot formed in my
throat. Our son was surrounded by people
with Communist roots, and he was praying!
Such a simple observation, but it blessed my heart. In the ten short months since Riley had joined
our family, he had already learned so much.
What if we had not taught him
to pray? What if one of the first tunes
he learned to hum wasn’t Jesus Loves Me? His little heart and mind were so
impressionable; it was sobering to think of what all he could have learned if we had not been teaching him the ways of God.
What an awesome
responsibility I have as his mother. God
has called me into partnership with Him for the salvation of this soul. The calling of motherhood is a sacred one, no
matter how God brings our children to us.
I thought of my two sons, one by birth and one by adoption.
God needs me to be
broken in His hands, so that I, in turn, can teach my children obedience and
submission. He is counting on me to tenderly nurture their innocent faith
and to help build their character. In
today’s world of fashion, my sons need to see a meek and quiet spirit in me. In a society of crumbling marriages, they
need to witness love and a solid commitment in my relationship with my
husband. They need to hear kind, gentle
words to everybody and about everybody.
They need to see a compassionate spirit in me—one that has the patience
and time to help and reach out to the hurting. In being a loving, sweet, godly mother, I am
forming their concept of God and shaping their future. And it could mean the difference between
heaven or hell.
This devotional was taken from
A Child to Call My Own, a devotional book offering meditations to
comfort and inspire women on their journey from infertility to adoption. God’s
blessing is on adoption. His heart is toward His people who are willing to get
in the trenches and fight for the defenseless little ones. Without our willing
hearts and welcoming homes, these little ones may never know who Jesus is. To order your copy, contact
Children of Promise Publishers at achildtocallmyown@gmail.com
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