Earlier this year, my four-year-old drew a picture. As she told me the story of what it was, I was surprised at how much it related to my current circumstances – and the wisdom the Spirit impressed upon me through her.
On a simple piece of brown construction paper, she had drawn colorful clouds above her and a black, hairy bear next to her.
“This is me. God is trying to get my attention in the clouds,” she told me, “but I’m too scared of the bear!”
She spoke as if her fear paralyzed her from seeing the beauty of the clouds or from looking to the God who painted them for her. I realized I had often been doing the same.
While my early mornings were brightened by great beauty in the quiet stillness before my three, active little girls awakened, I still found myself steered by my fears, fears that sometimes seemed completely irrational and other times were so real to me that I couldn’t seem to think clearly.
What if something was wrong with the baby I carried?
How would I deal with the needs of four children under the age of five?
How would we survive those first days and weeks after the baby was born with no support network in place in the new city we lived in?
Would our financial situation support us?
What if something went wrong with our planned home birth?
So many questions and doubts plagued my mind when this was the scene right outside my window.
Brilliant colors changed continually as the angle of the sun gradually changed. Blazing oranges and bright pinks softened as the sun ascended over the horizon. The shadowy mountains came alive as the light shone on them and reflected off the snow-capped peaks.
Some mornings I didn’t even look, I was so immersed in my own plans or fears.
But when I did take the time to watch the beauty of the sunrise, I was struck by how temporary that beauty was, how each moment was different, colorful, amazing, and then — over.
These days of mothering four children under five (Yes, the fourth one arrived safely not long ago, and God has completely provided for us through others, despite my fears.) are hard. I’m tired. The house is in varying degrees of disarray depending on the moment. The laundry, dishes, cooking, diapering, feeding, and dressing can seem overwhelming at times, and yet, I still need to take time to enjoy these precious days. They are temporary. Each moment is different, colorful, amazing, and then — over.
The moment when my three-year-old’s soft voice tells me, “I want to be with you, Mom. You’re my best, best friend.”
The moments of holding my newborn close as we gaze into each others’ eyes.
The moments my one-year-old takes my face in her hands, smiles broadly, and laughs boisterously as I play our game of turning my head to one side and then back to face her.
The moments of seeing my four-year-old feel success and pride in her accomplishments as she writes her alphabet, solves a problem, or composes a new song that she insists on singing at the top of her lungs.
Different, colorful, amazing, and oh, so easy to miss.
The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? (Psalm 27:1)
Today, may we take our eyes off whatever we may be fearing and fix our eyes on Jesus. He’s trying to get our attention and show us the most beautiful revelations of His love! We just need to be present where He’s placed us and take in the moments He’s given.