My First Ministry

Acts 16:1-3; 2 Timothy 1:5; 3:14-15

I am a woman who knows that I have a ministry call on my life, in more ways than one. The Lord has given me a passion to pour into the lives of others for His kingdom. I am both honored and humbled in knowing this truth. The account of Eunice has served as a beautiful reminder to me of just how important it is for me to be diligent in my ministry that He has entrusted me to do. Although that goes for every area I’m called in, I’m referring to the one that’s the most important because it affects all the others. And it’s not in how I minister to women, how I serve in the church or community, nor even in how I write. My most important ministry is my first ministry, my children.

Being a mother is tough, beautiful, challenging, rewarding, exhausting and amazing! There truly is no greater calling on my life than that of being a mother. I minister in several different capacities, but of them all, this is the one that stretches me the most, that requires the most from me and I find myself in need of Him most while doing.   It’s a ministry that doesn’t sleep and will never be finished in this life. It’s one that will celebrate countless victories, wipe away millions of tears, kiss thousands of boo-boos, and have equal amounts of discipline for all parties affected.  It’s easy for us to get caught up in the idea that our job is mundane or just routine, and that it only affects our children and us when in fact that couldn’t be further from the truth. Colossians 3:23-24 tells us to do everything as we’re doing it for the Lord rather than people since it is Him whom we are serving. That includes what we do as mothers and how we raise our children.

My angle for my post this week came in a very vulnerable moment as a mother. It was just after having to discipline my 2 oldest children for their horrid behavior they had just displayed in front of at least 100 people, who were very much paying attention. (We couldn’t get home fast enough, if you know what I mean.) I’d laid all three down for a nap afterwards, retreated to my bedroom then proceeded to sink to the floor by my bed and cry like a baby. Questions and thoughts of doubt in my ability as a mother were running through my head.

In that very same moment that I’m crumbling and buying into every lie that I’m failing at this ‘mommy thing’, my best friend randomly texts a verse to me that I know God was using to respond to my come-a-part. “The Lord replied, ‘Look around you [at this situation]; look and be amazed! For I am doing something in your own [family], something you wouldn’t believe even if someone told you about it!’” Habakkuk 1:5 (Ha! Nothing is random w/God!)

I suddenly was brought back to my senses and was reminded that no ministry is easy, especially that of being a mother. It comes with sacrifice, pain, stretching and molding for the minister as much as those who are being ministered to. But the rewards are great. I am the one responsible for shaping my children into the adults they will be, for how they initially see this world, for giving them a secure foundation of Who God is and preparing them to be lights in a dark world. That requires diligence and intentionality on my part and disciplining when necessary and trusting my God-given abilities to do it with His help. It won’t be easy but it will be worth it.

image1-2I love my babies with every fiber of my being and am overwhelmed with love and gratitude that the Lord would trust me with His children. I see His hand on each of them and the amazing calling He has on their lives and I want to do right by Him in guiding them into that calling. Because they are world-changers in training! And it’s not just values that I’m teaching them, this is a legacy that’s being established. Because what I impress on their hearts is what’s going to be the basis of what they in turn impress on the hearts of whomever God puts in their path for them to impact, and so on.

How diligent Eunice had to have been to raise Timothy as she did and to pass on the legacy she received from her mother, Lois. No doubt it couldn’t have been easy considering they were in the minority in their beliefs in their community, much less at home since his father wasn’t a believer. But her unwavering diligence has proven to have such an impact on the kingdom, all because she rose to the challenge of her ministry in bringing her son up in the Word. She raised a world changer.

Moms, don’t underestimate the power you have, that you’ve been given by the Almighty. Our children are tomorrow’s world changers; how they change the world first begins with us, and what we instill in them.

~ Heather Whidden

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