The prompt is:
Every day our lives are telling a story. The story of self, or the story of Christ.
Just when I think I have this “Christian life” thing down pat, I find myself going back to the basics. Learning again to depend on Christ. Learning again to soak up His Words and make them my guide for living. Learning again His Will for me.
Some days I really depend on Him. I can hear Him speaking His words through me. I can see His patience with my children. I can feel His strength when mine is all gone. Those days I am telling the story of Christ. The story of becoming like Christ. The story of sanctification.
Other days my self rears its ugly head and my day is filled with strife, wrong thinking, and selfish mothering. I get annoyed with my children and frustrated when my plans go awry. Those days tell the story of self, as if I were unredeemed.
I am often amazed at the things my kids pick up. Soak in. Learn. I see them do something and I wonder, “Who taught you to do that?” They learn so much, so quickly, so easily. And they learn much from watching me. From living with me.
And so each day I want to tell them the story of Christ. I want them to see Him in me. To hear Him in the words I speak, and the tone I use. To sense His patience and grace in discipline for wrong-doing.
Because in the end, if my words tell them the Gospel, but my life doesn’t live it, I have been telling them the wrong story. And they will sense the hypocrisy.
I really enjoyed the book Feminine Appeal by Carolyn Mahaney. In it she describes how our femininity and roles as a wife and mother can adorn the Gospel of Jesus Christ.