A Perfect Example in Motherhood

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I mommed so hard this week, friends.

I mopped up puke from wooden floors, scrubbed permanent marker off our office walls, put Galvatron in a gazillion time outs, battled night terrors, carried a screaming toddler out of the church sanctuary during our pastor’s prayer, and received blows to my chest and heart from tiny clenched fists.

And that was on top of wiping the usual boogies and butts.

So last night, when I listened to Mark 5-6 while folding laundry, I heard the passage how I had never heard it before–through the lens of a weary mom.

And let me tell you, ladies…I felt like I was going to have a panic attack on behalf of Jesus.

Everyone was crying out to him. Sick people were grabbing at his clothes. The crowds were pressing in on him. They were hungry, needy, and constantly touching him. He couldn’t get a moment to himself. If I didn’t know better, I might have guessed he was in the throes of motherhood.

A Day in the Life of a Mom Jesus

At the beginning of chapter 5, Jesus gets off the boat to go about his work of sharing the gospel and is immediately greeted by a man with unclean spirits. After Jesus casts out the demons, the man begs to come with him like a child begging to come to the store with mommy. “Go home to your friends and tell them how much the Lord has done for you,” he says to his child. Then he hops on the boat and crosses the sea.

This time, he’s greeted by a crowd of people. One man, a ruler named Jairus, asks him to heal his daughter. Jesus goes with him and the crowd follows him and presses in even harder. A bleeding woman grabs his garment as he walks, and he feels power come out of him. “Who touched me?” he asks, and the disciples look at him likes he’s crazy. “You see the crowd pressing around you, and yet you say, ‘Who touched me?’” But like a mother, he can sense when one of his children is sick and crying out for help. As he goes to tell her that her faith has made her well, he overhears members of the ruler’s household saying that his little girl has died. He heads straight for the little girl’s home to find friends and family weeping and wailing. He tells the girl to rise, and they are “overcome with amazement.” And then he does what any good mom would do…he tells them to give her something to eat!

After all this, he goes back home to Nazareth where he’s greeted with nothing but contempt and disrespect–it’s a thankless job, after all. He sends the disciples out to do his work, and when they return, he suggests they all go to a desolate place to rest and enjoy a meal. But c’mon, Jesus. A moment of rest? Pffft. The people run to where they’re going before they can even get there. They just want to be with him, and they’re hungry–all 5,000 of them. In true mom fashion, he whips up a meal, cleans up after them, and puts away the leftovers.

Nighttime comes, he goes up on the mountain to pray, and he just wants to go for a quiet walk on the water while everyone sleeps on the boat. But when he tiptoes past the boat, the disciples see what they think is a ghost and are terrified, so Jesus has to hop back into the boat to calm their fears and lull them back to sleep. He’s just like a mom climbing into bed with her babies and assuring them that there isn’t really a monster in the closet.

They come ashore once again, and the crowd immediately comes to him, bringing their sick.  They implore him “that they might touch even the fringe of his garment.” And at this point, all I can think is “GET THAT MAN A DRINK!”

But seriously, I just sat there in tears because I realized at that moment that Jesus gets me. He knows what it’s like to have grubby little hands pulling on him. He knows what it’s like not to have a moment to eat or rest. He knows what it’s like to be interrupted and rejected and needed every second. He knows what it’s like to #momsohard.

Jesus–An Example in Motherhood

“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin” (Hebrews 4:15).

Jesus sympathizes with us, mamas. He knows how draining and discouraging mothering can be. He was probably tempted to tell his children to leave him alone, to smack their little hands away, to go lock himself in the bathroom and cry…yet he was without sin.

Jesus is a perfect example in motherhood.

What did he do when his sick children came to him? 

He lovingly nursed them back to health.

How did he react when his plans were interrupted by needy children?

He turned what could have been annoying interruptions into opportunities to share the gospel with his children. He chose his children’s hearts over the tasks of the day.

How did he respond when he wanted to eat in peace but his children just wanted to be with him?

He had compassion on them and filled their hungry bellies.

How did he find quiet time with God in the midst of all the noise?

He kept pursuing moments with his Heavenly Father, but wasn’t angered or surprised by interruption.

How did he deal with rejection and ingratitude?

He did the next thing, keeping his eyes up.

“Yea, but he’s God,” you might say, and you’d be right.

But he is the God who lives in you.

His patience, love, and compassion–they all take up residence in the heart of the Christian mother. Friend, you can “mom” like Jesus because you have been clothed in his perfect righteousness. You don’t have to rely on your own strength to #momsohard. Jesus is strong for you.

Let the Little Children Come

“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them,” Jesus said to his disciples, “for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 19:14).

As mothers, we are the gatekeepers. We can either lead our children into Jesus’s presence with our love or we can hinder them with our lack of patience and grace.

May we all follow the example of Jesus who has loved us in such a manner that we, too, have been called children of God (1 John 3:1).

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