At my six week post-natal checkup, my doctor and I discussed the number of children that my husband and I have (four) compared to the number we grew up with (three and two). He was happy to see that we were willing to open our hearts, to challenge ourselves and what we are familiar/comfortable with. He said “God bless you, God bless you.” And he meant it; he really did want God to bless us.
Enlarge the space for your tent,
spread out your tent cloths unsparingly;
lengthen your ropes and make firm your pegs
The next day after mass, a man I know came up to me and said that God wanted him to tell me something. The message was, “Your motherhood gives me honor.”
To be truthful I was puzzled by what this meant. It was sweet… part compliment, part encouragement… and interesting because most of the time I feel like a failure at mothering. How could my selfish and sinful efforts give Him honor? But he didn’t say, “You’re such a great mom,” He said “Your motherhood gives me honor,” which is different.
Anxious to find out what He meant, I tucked this thought in my pocket and went on with my day, reflecting on it when my mind would start to wander. A couple days later while at a friend’s house I noticed this:
Sometimes God uses Sandra Bullock to get your attention! Notice the quote, “What is beautiful is the honor of being Louis’ mother.”
This is striking for a few reasons. 1) The concept of ‘honor’ was already in my psyche, primed to explore. 2) The phrase ‘what is beautiful’ is broad and philosophical because we know that God is Good, True, and Beautiful. 3) Her comment is an echo of what God had said to me. Except this time it made more sense. What is beautiful is the honor of being someone’s mother… or someone’s father. God was saying, “I am honored to be your Father.”
Because of my motherhood, my womanhood, who I am and my choices to follow Him, He is honored. I am not a failure; I am His daughter. He has faith in me and is pleased with me; I have found favor with Him. Simply by trying to be the me He created me to be.
And it didn’t escape my attention that Sandra is a woman, a mother, a mother of a son. Not unlike Our Blessed Mother of her Most High Son. Mary can say the same thing about Jesus. Son, your faithfulness to your calling gives me honor. And because I was baptized and am in Him, she can say the same thing about me. Daughter, your motherhood gives me honor.
The best way you can honor Our God in Heaven, and all the saints and angels who are interceding for you, is to try every day to be the person He created you to be. After every failure, to get up, dust yourself off, and go at it again.
In prayer the day after I posted this, the Lord told me to pass His message along to a friend of mine, and to my own mother. Later that day, He had me give His message to a male friend as well.
“Your motherhood gives God honor.” “Your fatherhood gives God honor.”
His words haunt me throughout the day, especially when I am mothering… and when I finally lie in bed, worn and weary, exhausted from the day’s battle in my head, I have to pray.. You have blessed me today, Lord, but have I honored You? Help me to do better tomorrow.