Honor Your Vehicle

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Mother’s Day weekend. A bittersweet time for children, young and old, all over the world. Either you’re blessed beyond measure to have a Godly woman who has powdered your bottom and led by example, or you’re just glad you survived your childhood with very few pats on the back by the lady who donated her egg so that you could come screaming into existence.

Some women are born moms. It’s like motherhood was woven into their DNA. They’re all dolled up with their faces and toes freshly painted, breakfast on the table, smiles on their faces, bags packed, and ready to head out to the delivery room. Nursing is a breeze, teething doesn’t make them frazzled, and the terrible twos doesn’t cause them to shed a single tear. They’ve read us bible stories, wiped our tears, and chased monsters out from under our beds and closets. They’ve loved us well.

Others have a little harder time adjusting. It hasn’t been easy being thrusted into the soccer mom car pool lane and sporting stretch marks that favor the Grand Canyon. They’ve yelled until their kids have cried and spanked until they’ve done collateral damage on more than just legs and butts. Their kids have spent more time grounded and pinned up in their rooms while mommy dearest spent time with the current man of the week in the other room. Somebody knows what I’m talking about here. Love has to be sought out desperately. Many times, not to be found.

Ephesians 6:2-3 doesn’t have fine print that says “Honor you father and mother when they are honorable.” Or “Honor your father, but despise your mother.” It clearly says we are to honor our father and mother so that things will go well for us and we will live long lives on this earth. That really is what it says. Sometimes this is a hard pill to swallow. Especially when we’ve been done wrong. Overlooked. Rejected. Despised. Left out. Walked on. The scape goat. The list goes on.

Those we love and long to have approval from are usually the ones who hurt us the most. We are so hungry for acceptance but so often aren’t met at the table and nourished with love and open arms. So there we are. Out in the deep. No sight of the shore or an outstretched arm to rescue us. Abandoned.

God has called us to so much more, my love. We can’t choose our families. Sometimes our parents are no more involved in our lives than pushing us out into the world. Then pushing us away. Maybe a darling couple chose you. And maybe this is where you struggle on Mother’s Day. The devil has you in an endless whirlwind of thoughts. Why didn’t she want me? What was so wrong with me that she could walk away?

It’s not you, my darling. It’s not. I know you’re ready to lash out on me. You don’t have a clue what I’ve been through. You don’t know the torment I’ve walked through. You’re right. I don’t. But I do know this. You are loved. You are valued. You are beautiful. Precious. Wonderful. And God has a plan. Such a beautiful one. For you. Where the enemy wanted you washed up, feeling like a failure, and abandoned to die on a cold bathroom floor clutching a bottle of pills, God stepped in. The presence of the most loving parent you will ever know ran to you and scooped you up.

That giant, painful, gaping hole in your heart that feels like it’s ripping you apart? God wants to fill it. I am so overwhelmed by the words of Isaiah 61:7. “Instead of your shame you will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace you will rejoice in your inheritance. And so you will inherit a double portion in your land, and everlasting joy will be yours.” A double portion. Those areas you feel like there’s not much there? He will bring increase! There is hope in Christ. He knows your struggle. He knows your feeling of lack. He will fill you until you overflow if you will let Him. It may be in blooming friendships or Godly women who are eager to mentor you. He knows what you need. This makes me smile, how about you?

Back to mama. It’s her day, right? Maybe you’re not feeling too much like honoring her. Respect sounds more like a 4 letter word. The wounds are still fresh. I’m not asking you to go back into a harmful environment and rip the bandaid off exposing the tattered flesh underneath. I’m simply asking you to honor your vehicle. Respect the one who got you here. Regardless of how well or poorly you think she loved, honor her this weekend. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t be sitting here reading this. If nothing else, get her a card and just thank her for getting you here.

Get on your knees and ask for God’s grace. He is more than enough. And I promise you, He will be there to guide you through this. “Bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.” Luke 6:28.

I’ll be honest, I’m not sure why I wrote like this today. But I will say, I feel God all over this post. I’m praying this helps someone to break through the chains that have been holding them in bondage for years. There is freedom in Christ. Let Him in. Let Him refresh and restore you. It’s worth it. And baby, you need it.

Living Life Unscripted,
❤ Brittany

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About lifeunscriptedministries

I'm just a wife, mom, and daughter of the King! Life Unscripted Ministries is just about living life by letting go of the steering wheel and letting God take control. Lay down your plans and desires at the feet of Jesus and see the amazing things He has for you! Watch Him speak through the little, day-to-day things in such powerful ways!

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