Today, I thought I’d share with you something a little different.
As some of you know, I’ve written a book, and am currently in the process of self publishing. I’m loving the entire process; not just the writing, but finding a book designer, and working with him and my illustrator to create the best looking manuscript we possibly can.
So what is the book about? I hear you ask.
It’s the diary of a stay at home mum. Literally a series of journal entries of a woman doing her best to raise children according to the Christian faith.
It’s not going to be for everyone, and that’s ok. I think we can all still be friends. 🙂
Anyway, as a bit of a teaser, I thought I’d share with you one of the entries from the start of the book, just to give you a little taste. I call this chapter:
Jess’ Letter to the Corinthian Mother’s Group
I was reading the Bible this morning, trying to find a particular scripture passage (I am sure it has just fallen out; there really is no other explanation) when I came across this:
“We put no stumbling block in anyone’s path, so that our ministry will not be discredited. Rather, as servants of God we commend ourselves in every way: in great endurance; in troubles, hardships and distresses; in beatings, imprisonments and riots; in hard work, sleepless nights and hunger; in purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love; in truthful speech and in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and in the left; through glory and dishonour, bad report and good report; genuine yet regarded as imposters; known yet regarded as unknown; dying and yet we live on; beaten and yet not killed; sorrowful yet always rejoicing; poor yet making many rich; having nothing and yet possessing everything.”
(2 Corinthians 6:3-10)
As I was reading, it struck me that Paul may have been talking to mums as well as the persecuted church. I mean, I for one can relate. Let me try and rephrase it in a way that will help you understand what I’m talking about:
“We try not to put stumbling blocks in our children’s path. Rather we make every effort to ensure our children are well behaved, so our family shows the light of Christ.
As mums we encourage ourselves in every way: showing great endurance when the mornings are early and the nights are late;
in troubles, hardships and distresses;
in beatings, whether they be from the inside (being kicked by our growing bub) or from the outside (being squashed inadvertently by a clumsy toddler trying to sit on our lap);
in being imprisoned at home with children while we wait for a repair man who is, of course, three hours late;
in tantrums that make prison riots look like a walk in the park;
in hard work, sleepless nights and hunger either because you forgot to eat, or because someone dropped a piece of half chewed toast into your cereal;
in maintaining purity by turning off the TV when inappropriate shows (and sometimes the news) are aired;
in understanding what it means when your child says, “William made the thing with stripes and it had these other things coming of it and then he gave it to Jake;”
in showing patience especially when you have multiple children repeating, “MUUUUUM!” at the same time;
in kindly sharing the chocolate you thought you had taken discretely from the fridge;
in learning that life would be so much more complicated without the Holy Spirit leading you;
in realising that sincere love is sometimes covered in snot;
in telling the truth at all times, even when it is easier to lie;
in learning that it is only by the grace and power of God that we have children, let alone raise them; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and the left and no, that does not mean the wooden spoon, but being accountable to our children, constantly working on our own character so we can be strong role models;
through glorious school awards and dishonourable meltdowns in Coles;
major illnesses and perfect health (bad report and good report);
in explaining a thousand times, ‘if I tell you off, it’s because I love you not because I like it ‘(being genuine yet regarded as impostors);
walking them to their classroom only to see them run off with friends without saying goodbye (known yet regarded as unknown);
feeling like we will never make it through the day (dying yet we live on);
being bitten, jumped on, squashed, pushed out of bed, and yet having no bruises to show for it (beaten and not yet killed);
being completely exhausted, yet unable to sleep because we are gazing at the beautiful face of our newborn (sorrowful yet always rejoicing);
always putting ourselves last when shopping (poor yet making others rich);
sacrificing nights out with friends, nights at the cinema, the last fashion trends and even family holidays, because you know the little people you are sacrificing these things for are worth every saved dollar (having nothing and yet possessing everything).
And despite all the craziness and heartache, and mind numbing boredom, we are more than a little bit in love with what we do.