green grass

Maybe it's just that I'm tired today, but I'm finding myself in the weariness of motherhood. It seems an effort to go find lunch (again) for children who seem always hungry. To again answer all those childish questions, mediate disputes, quell tempers, discipline for sin... how do mothers do it anyway? To think the grass is surely greener somewhere else, anywhere else.

...except we think the grass is greener only because, from this far away, we can't see the weeds or the difficult soil that accompany that grass over there.

Here I am learning about "making much of Christ" in every situation, being content wherever you are, but today has been NOT practicing what I preach. If I can but look to Him, see this as from His hand, and see that my present duties are not "the place I am stuck in" but rather His saying, "do this for Me". "But Lord, aren't there more noble things to do? Greater, more useful things than these?" But He doesn't call the noble and the great. He commends the widow whose good works began with being a wife and MOTHER. He says we will be commended for being faithful in little.

O help me then, to be faithful in this Little here. To do it all for You. Then I am content in my own grass. Then I do not wish to be elsewhere, for He wants me here, to "tend this plot" - not that huge farm out there, but this little garden here. O grant me grace, and joy, to serve You with all my being, right here and now!