Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble. 1 Peter 3:8
Therefore if there is any encouragement in Christ, if there is any consolation of love, if there is any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and compassion, make my joy complete by being of the same mind (also translated “being like-minded”), maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one purpose. Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; Philippians 2:1-4
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! Matthew 7:11
It was the first. Time. Going it alone. It was almost like the movie, “Three men and a baby”, except minus the three men and insert “two girls, a mom” (which equals “Two girls, a mom, and a baby” if you haven’t had your coffee yet this morning). I have heard the horror stories of going from 2 to 3 kids-“you have to switch from one on one to zone defense”, or, “now no one wants to have you over for dinner”, or, “having no time for yourself becomes the norm”, or, “now you have to divide your brain to multitask three ways, which is almost impossible” and many more. And they are all true. (A sincerely, heart felt hats off to mothers with more than 3 children. Seriously. You are my hero’s. And I need your autograph.)
My oldest’s lunch was packed the night before to allow more time to get everyone ready for school in the morning. Check. The well laid out plan of attack had circled my mind over the past week as I anticipated this day-“If I get up at 6:45am I should be able to start laundry for the day, then start bowling water for oatmeal while I turn on the fire and read my Bible. While oatmeal is going, I can run upstairs and make sure the girls outfits for the day don’t look like we are dressing for “Mismatch/backwards Day” and call out reminders for teeth brushing and bed making. The baby “Should” sleep all the while. During breakfast I will nurse the baby and then put her in the carseat (trying not to forget the needed binki). And myself getting ready for the day-well, that was the part that had to be alleviated. Sweats, sweatshirt, cozy boots, and ponytail was my new mantra.
The morning went off just as I anticipated, except for the minoot fact that my house looked like I was getting ready for a garage sale. (I guess the cleaning up part comes at some other point.) Oh and the aftermath was a doozie as well- I was afraid someone might talk to me and I would have to answer and if it was possible to have a word be your best friend, mine would have been “massage”. Thankfully I had made plans to be with close friends. Who don’t judge by outward appearance.
Our friend time together wasn’t necessarily what I was anticipating, but it was much, much better. Instead of mustering up what I would need to repeat the morning I had for the next day, I got to muster up hope. The word “hope” was in order for my friend. Her daughter had been having night terrors for the past couple weeks. For my friend, this meant getting up 20 times in the night. No more solutions in play. An an inability to find compassion and understanding. Tears of tiredness, guilt of a mother, and toiled up past childhood memories of pain. Ultimately, hope had vanished from the scene.
I thought about my morning, but it quickly left my mind as I was drawn into love expressed by affectionate compassion (like in the above scriptures), and hope for my weary, tear stained friend. I thought about the scripture, “Love always hopes”. And was humbled by that mornings mission to do just that. My other friend was “of the same mind” (like in the above scriptures). And we spent our morning listening. Praying for a miracle to occur in hearts, minds, and sleep patterns. And putting all our hope in Jesus. My discouraged friend is usually the one ministering to others and had a hard time receiving our love. She found multiple phrases to express this, “I so shouldn’t have come this morning. I am so sorry guys. Seriously, this is a bummer, you don’t have to keep listening to this. Let’s talk about something else.” But we two who had gathered with our three didn’t comply. But were expectant for our God to meet us and answer our plea for Him to do a mighty work. And I am so glad we did.
The next morning, I missed a call from my friend we had hoped and prayed for. With crazy schedules over the next couple days I wasn’t able to connect, but I wondered how her night, which had typically been too many wake ups to count, had been. I saw my other prayer warrior friend at a coffee date a couple days later and she said, “Did you hear about the night terrors?” I said, “No, I missed a phone call from her and haven’t been able to reach her yet.” My friend said, “For the past 3 nights her daughter has not woken up ONCE with a night terror!!!” Wow. Praise God. It was a miracle. It was a brilliant display of Christ’s body coming together in one mind-answered prayer -God’s faithfulness-love always hopes-and a good gift given by the Father to His child. Oh-Amen Jesus!
© 2012 Standing on Peace