(This short article was first published about five years ago. When I reread it this past week, I thought it might be a blessing to you too!)
Happy Mother’s Day Ladies!
“The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.” Did you know that this famous quote by William Ross Wallace is the title of a poem? Every Mother’s Day, since becoming a mother, I have pondered the wisdom of God. The most important thing in all the world is the value of a soul and yet, God gives the nurturing of newborn souls to women that often have many problems of their own. God decided that Lois and India should be in my cradle. Mothers innately want what is best for their children. How do we do this when we do not even know what that is. Each child is so different. And yet, their greatest needs are the same, food, shelter and clothing. No. Their greatest need is Jesus, the One that will loving provide all other things, and usually through us. Rock the cradle.
Parents often make lists of what they want for their children. They begin saving for their futures so that they will have a an easier start in life. I pondered these things too, and saw many of my dreams die for my daughters as we headed to ministry in a third world country. Interestingly enough, the area I was most concerned about was that they were not likely to learn enough about music. I did what I could. I rocked anyway.
We lived simply, did things that I hoped would be sweet memories and we endeavored to serve God with a good spirit. With the help of God and some friends on earth I taught my children at home, where ever home was. I became convinced that we, as women, make our lives harder than they need to be. Motherhood is hard work, but it is not complicated. Children need our commitment, our time and our example. They do not need perfect parents, but parents that will teach the importance of relying on The Perfect One. Children need Jesus. Jesus warned us not to keep the little ones from Him.
Just keep rocking.
As a mother the greatest action we can take is to ensure that our children know that our faith is important to us and that it is real. One does not need to read a library of books to know how to do this. We can be guilty of over-complicating an issue because we want a way around the simplicity that is Christ. Ladies, the most important thing in this life is that our children know Jesus and that He is a reality in their lives. I knew who Ronald Reagan was but I did not know him personally. Today we have a generation that seems to have some idea Who Jesus is but they don’t know Him. Jesus is a friend that will never reject our children; they will never have a better friend and we know this. Is He the best friend in our lives? Our children need to sense this. If Jesus is important to us, they will know it. Never give up.
You did not know Jesus when you were raising your children? They are lost now; you see it in their lives. This Jesus that we know and love is the One that made you mother to your children and He knew where you were in your life then. He knows where you are now. You are still mother to your children; keep mothering them in whatever ways you can. Your only inroad is prayer? Who are you praying to? What power has He? Do you believe He can change things? Then ask Him to. Don’t give up on the power of Jesus to bring about victory in your family. And don’t give up on your children and the impact you have on their lives. This attachment is by-design, by God.
This week I have been thinking about my mother, and missing her. I remembered coming downstairs one morning to find her weeping quietly one morning. I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she missed her mother. I am beginning to understand deeply. This is part of God’s design too. I think of my two lovlies that made me a “Mommy”. And grandchildren now. Yes, it is different, but no better. I loved hanging around Lois and India and being their mother. And I stand amazed when I look at their lives today. My mother always said they were perfect; maybe that is why they always thought she was the perfect grandmother. Hey wait; does perfection skip a generation? It seems to have here. I will just have to be happy being surrounded by it and yes, living in me.
Thank you dear Jesus for the marvel of motherhood. Thank you for the women that have helped to mother me and for loved ones that have helped to mother my girls. All women are not mothers, but all women have rocked a cradle.
The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Blessings on the hand of women!Angels guard its strength and grace, In the palace, cottage, hovel, Oh, no matter where the place; Would that never storms assailed it, Rainbows ever gently curled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow, Mother’s first to guide the streamlets, From them souls unresting grow– Grow on for the good or evil, Sunshine streamed or evil hurled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.Woman, how divine your mission Here upon our natal sod! Keep, oh, keep the young heart open Always to the breath of God! All true trophies of the ages Are from mother-love impearled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women! Fathers, sons, and daughters cry, And the sacred song is mingled With the worship in the sky– Mingles where no tempest darkens, Rainbows evermore are hurled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
William Ross Wallace