It’s 10:25 and we are just walking out of the house. The options are run to church, and I mean run down the road since it’s about a half mile away, or try and load the kids in and drive there. Which one will take more time? Probably getting all four kids in and buckled. But I am rather pregnant to be running down the road to get there in five minutes.
I don’t know how we are late again. The past few weeks we had done amazingly well; we left early enough to get in some fellowship as we brought Monkey and Bug to the nursery. Yet, here we are again, running late. Part of me wants to crawl back into my house and go back to bed – after all, there were sick kids this past week and I am in my third trimester…no one would judge me for that.
But I don’t. I push on. We get there five minutes late, me sneaking in the back after an opening prayer and dropping the two littler children off. I sit down and settle in for worship.
I would be lying if I didn’t tell you parenting took a huge toll on my faith. We grew from just being us, a husband and wife, to having five kids in less than a year thanks to foster care. My time went from being spent leisurely; I could put hours into worshiping and fellowship to suddenly being a huge schedule filled with appointments, extra curriculars, and late nights nursing. I was always early and left last for the party. I volunteered for everything. And I couldn’t do that anymore. The impact was sudden and intense and many days, I missed the positives of it.
But parenting also impacted my faith in such wonderful ways.
It strengthened my trust in God’s will. I sat in a court room, swearing with my right hand up, and testified to adopt my foster children, well aware there was no way to know what God’s plan for their life or mine was yet. I spent nights agonizing over what would happen-would we be their forever family? Would we be a blip in their lives? My faith grew astronomically during that time frame, as I whispered to myself day after day, “Your Will Be Done.”
Parenting strengthened my faith in His Sovereignty . I am a complete control freak. Parenting is not an area where you have control. I was not in control with foster care; I never would be. I was not in control with pregnancy nor was I in control with my son’s birth. I am not in control of my kid’s bio parents choices. I’m not even in control when it comes to getting my kids to church on time! It’s been a constant reminder in God’s control and to bow down to Him being in charge of every area of this world.
And lastly, parenting impacted my faith by showing me the closest worldly show of what God’s love truly means. This is totally cliché, but that is okay with me. Becoming a mother showed me what undeniable and unrelenting love of Jesus. Becoming an adoptive mother reminded me that we are all adopted by God into His family – and like I love all my children equally, no matter their failures or mess ups, God loved me.
My faith has grown by so much since I became a parent. The impact parenting had on my relationship with God is indescribable and I am so thankful for it.
Even on those days we are ten minutes late for church and I forget to put lipstick on.
Lauren is a young Christian mother to 8 children. She is passionate about her children (foster and biological <3 ) and her faith. You can read more about her at her website: www.bellowintheberkshires.com!