"A mother's work is never done." Exactly! Truer words were never spoken! However, I always imagined them to mean you never run out of wet towels to pick up off the bathroom floor; or there are always toast crumbs to clean up; always laundry to put away, and so on. Oh, it does mean that, and much. much, MUCH more!
What many of us don't realize is that our biggest, most important work is done on our knees. And I'm not talking about scrubbing the spilled milk off the floor, even though there's plenty of that. I'm talking about prayer.
I woke up this Mother's Day morning after a troubling dream. I can't specifically tell you the details, because it is a little hazy, but I know it started as a series of spiritual attacks on me, which I could only fight by using the name of Jesus. These attacks started first against me, then kept coming, aimed toward one of my grandchildren. I had to help this grandchild fight off the attacks until he could fight them off himself by calling upon the name of Jesus.
It reminded me of how when my kids were little, I taught them to rebuke the enemy in the name of Jesus whenever they were scared. But, most of all, I felt The Lord was reminding me that my work is not done as a mother, or as a grandmother, until, well, ever!
I think of Mary, mother of Jesus, watching and praying as her precious Son hung dying on the Cross.
I want to remind you, mothers (and fathers, too!) to remain vigilant over your families, both in the physical sense and the spiritual sense. Your work is NEVER done!
What many of us don't realize is that our biggest, most important work is done on our knees. And I'm not talking about scrubbing the spilled milk off the floor, even though there's plenty of that. I'm talking about prayer.
I woke up this Mother's Day morning after a troubling dream. I can't specifically tell you the details, because it is a little hazy, but I know it started as a series of spiritual attacks on me, which I could only fight by using the name of Jesus. These attacks started first against me, then kept coming, aimed toward one of my grandchildren. I had to help this grandchild fight off the attacks until he could fight them off himself by calling upon the name of Jesus.
It reminded me of how when my kids were little, I taught them to rebuke the enemy in the name of Jesus whenever they were scared. But, most of all, I felt The Lord was reminding me that my work is not done as a mother, or as a grandmother, until, well, ever!
I think of Mary, mother of Jesus, watching and praying as her precious Son hung dying on the Cross.
I want to remind you, mothers (and fathers, too!) to remain vigilant over your families, both in the physical sense and the spiritual sense. Your work is NEVER done!
