Scripture assures me of it and I believe it with all my heart, especially as it pertains to me as a mother. I feel bloody in the trenches just now…
I know several things to be true…
- We do not fight against flesh and blood but against powers of darkness and the ruler of this world.
- A woman can build her house, or she can tear it down with her own hands.
- If Satan can get to the mother of a home, he can have the entire family.
Can anyone relate to spiritual warfare in your lives as mothers? Has anyone else cried tears of “I can’t do this” lately?
My prayer is this:
“Lord, the only result of my efforts to be a mother and wife in my own strength is misery, failure and desperation for all. I cannot fulfill this calling in my own power. And I will no longer try. You must, I implore You, and will not leave You alone until you grant me YOUR power and strength to do this immeasurable task of building a home.”
Providentially, I believe, God placed the words from a book into my ears to spur me, remind me and astound me back to this hallowed place He has called me to. Allow these words–I urge you to read and ponder them carefully–from a Confederate soldier named Hugh A. White about his mother, to spur you on to the noble task of motherhood as we ponder and celebrate this beloved calling…
“Hugh A. White was the fifth son and the seventh child of William and Jane White…His mother’s recollection of him is very vivid. She says: ‘He never gave me trouble, but was always and only a comfort to me.’ He entered with great animation into the ordinary amusements of schoolboys in recess, but he never walked the streets in search of amusement; the truth is, that from childhood, he seemed to think that the proper place for the right sort of recreation, and even amusement, was the parlor and chamber over which his mother presided. He not only looked up to her as his rightful ruler, but also as his best friend and choice companion. In her ordinary rounds of domestic duty–when not at school–he was at her side. In a word, he studied and labored to lighten her burden and cheer her heart. He went on errands for her and his sisters with the utmost cheerfulness….”
And what fortune befell this mother? Was she just “lucky”? Look a little closer…
“Mother–what name has more thrilling associations than that of mother? From her we learned first to lisp a yet dearer name. By her watchful care were we kept from harm. Through many a dark night she watched our couch with tearful eyes, and without weariness she was swift to minister to every want, and by sweet and almost insensible influences she drew us from the ways of sin and led our feet into paths of righteousness and peace. Before our minds could grasp their meaning, simple formulas were fixed in our memories which should afterwards prove lights to guide our steps aright.
Awake, she taught us; and asleep, her form bent over us while in prayer she commended us to God…and taught our infant lips to lisp the name of ‘Our Father, which art in Heaven’.
And when the first fruits of this untiring vigilance appeared, how gladly did they clasp their new born children in their arms, and praise the Lord who had heard their prayers.
Who can estimate the influence, though unseen, that a mother’s instruction and example still exert? She follows him through the course of every day, and in every temptation her prayers surround him like a shield. Her bright example too, though not now seen, is remembered, and by it ‘She allures to brighter worlds and leads the way’.” ~Hugh A. White
I pray that the world would see more mothers like this, mothers wholly devoted to bringing up children whose first affection is the Lord Jesus…because once a child has been taught to “Seek first the Kingdom“, all else in earth and heaven will be given to him.