There are great moments in our lives. The moment we begin to realize we are independent from others, free to make our own choices. The moment we experience what desperate sinners we are, and in that same glance, how overpoweringly Jesus' gift to us is with his unconditional love. The moment we hold our lovers' hand, walking down the aisle, into a future of companionship and mission. The moment we first hold our precious child in our arms, still warm from the womb, and cradle them near our breasts, and just cry and cry with gratitude that God would deem us worthy of raising up a little life.
And then, there is the rest of our lives.
The moments we don't count, or court, or notice are the ones that really make up our days. They are the ones, that in the end, really matter.
And I find, it is in the later not the former, that I must live out my spiritual development.
Can I submit to God when he asks me to put down my book and watch my son build his newest block creation? Can I sacrifice time of talking with a friend to listen to my daughter's thoughts on why her dolls should be arranged in the manner they are? Can I patiently let the children help me stir the food on the stove, carefully rinse and cut the vegetables, and describe to them the step by step process of what we are making? Will I spend my afternoon reading aloud or micro-cleaning the floors? Can I find the courage to face the hard work of walking the children through yet another sibling squabble?
The submission, the patience, the courage, the diligence, the listening, are all part of the call of being a mother. Yet, each time these moments arrive, there is a small choice. Should I rush ahead with my busy schedule or slow down and be the mother in each of those little moments.
Thank God for the Holy Spirit. There is such a dependency on Him as a counselor, guide, and encourager in those moments for me. Often my prayer is, "Sharpen my character here, Lord. Guide me to thy way everlasting and not my way - ever exasperating. Help me to see You in this moment. Give me grace to let my four year old measure the 1/4 teaspoon of salt with out growing peevish about how much winds up on the floor."
So, here is to more moments of spiritual depth. And as the great moments come in life, my character with its spiritual depth intact, will be so much more able to enjoy them.
And I encourage you as well, fellow travels on the road of life. Take the moments, the little insignificant ones. Allow God to shape you into his form in those times, and you will add up, to someone great!