This one is written by my very good friend, Annwen Stone. She is awesome. Full stop. And as well as being awesome she’s married to a great man, Andy, and they have three wonderful kids. Together they lead Kings Centre, part of Network Church, Sheffield. I love this post, and identify with so much of what she writes – I’m sure many others will too!
What it’s like to….debunk a myth
A few weeks ago I took my little girl to school for the first time. Dressed in blue, excited and ready for her first day, she’s taken a big step towards a new season in her little life. As I drove away I shed a tear but not for the obvious reasons.
The tear was not about loss or grief of letting go. After 10 years of juggling three children, working and ministry I’m actually ready to have some more time: time to think and reflect, time to be creative and time with friends where a conversation has a beginning middle and an end! (all those with kids out there will know what I mean!)
No, the tear was shed because I felt immensely grateful for the faithfulness of God in my life.
When my first son was born 10 years ago it was a big adjustment. I remember struggling to find time to read my bible and pray I would turn up to church feeling guilty. Questions like ‘How can I a lead others if I’m not able to read my bible?” would plague me. At the time well meaning older and mature Christians who I processed this with said “don’t worry it’s just a season, lower your expectations”.
Well that didn’t sit well with me; fortunately God made me to be a person with high relationship expectations, and so I pursued. I pursued how to be with God when changing nappies, doing bath time, feeding in the middle of the night, I went on a relentless chase for God and his presence. And by His grace and faithfulness I found that my ‘quiet time’ became ‘all the time’.
I began to hear a God speaking so personally to me that I started to understand what it really means to be a disciple. And now as I look back over the last 10 years I want to debunk that myth that motherhood is a fallow season. For me it has been a season of “more”. More of God than I ever experienced before; more healing of my heart than I realised I needed (there’s more to come); more journeys of faith and adventure than I thought possible.
Now I’m not saying it’s been easy – there have been many times I’ve wanted to shout, scream and give up but being a disciple is a journey of following. Following him into every season that he gives us. His desire is that ‘we would bear much fruit’. If we choose to follow him into where we are right now , more is possible than we can imagine and his faithfulness and grace will carry us.