I am starting Nancy Campbell’s “The Power of Motherhood” which I anticipate to be, much like everything Ms. Nancy does, powerful. The first chapter already challenged me greatly, by the Lord’s sweet tender Spirit, bringing me cool water right when I felt quite parched.
Why do I struggle so much with feeling that my mothering isn’t that important? It seems so cliche to say that it is the lies of the world deceiving me. I must admit that it is somewhat so, but more so, it is my own sin that like to believe such deceptions. What a black heart I see I have this week. Quite the perfect state of mind for Sunday, don’t you think? I can’t wait to go to church and be immersed in the glorious gospel. I can’t wait to go and sing with the Lord’s people of His amazing, life-giving, healing love. I love our church. For all its imperfections and quirks, I know I will hear the Gospel and meet with my brethren in true fellowship. It is enough to make me content in this wretched hot weather.
But back to mothering. It almost feels shameful to just be a mother. To have that be my identity. Why? Oh my pride. One can only mother a handful. You have to be something else to get the world to notice. Why am I not content with ministry to a few? Pride. Ugly, ugly pride. It is such a wretched temptation to me. A small part of it, I know, is not so ugly. I want my life to be lived well, with sincere, purity of heart given to my by His Spirit. I don’t want to waste my life. I want it to be used by the Lord for His Kingdom. Yet the world tells me mothering my little tots is a nice, sweet thing, but really it is small. Oh, that is not the words used. People everywhere try to tell me that I am doing a good work, but the look in their eyes, the patronizing air to their smiles really tell me how my job is valued. The way mother’s are treated speaks more than polite words. Even mothering magazines do far more to devalue the job than encourage it. How many times have you seen articles in these publications that help you plan to “get away” from the home and take a break? That offer coping schemes rather than strong, inspiring descriptions of the glory of our task?
But no one makes me feel so gloriously proud to be a mother like Nancy Campbell. God bless her more. She says she draws these exhortations from God, and I like to believe her. She brings scripture alive. Verses I passed over, to weak in virtue of late to see on my own, burst forth with amazing encouragement.
In the first chapter, Ms. Nancy discusses the meaning of God’s name “El Shaddai”. (Please see NOTE at bottom of post.)
She writes “God created man in the image of God and God’s intention for man is to reveal the father heart of God. Above everything else that God is, He is ultimately a father. Because the character of God is to father, He put something of His father heart into man when He created him.”
“Women also were created in the image of God, and He has chosen to put something of His maternal heart within them. Yes, within the Father heart of God, there is a mother heart. We see this encompassed in the word, ‘Almighty’, one of the many names of God.”
Whenever we see the name “Almighty,” it is the Hebrew word, El Shaddai. El means “the powerful, mighty, eternal God.” Shaddai comes from the root word “shad” which is “the Hebrew word for brest. It literally means ‘the breasted one.’”
“This is a picture of God Himself as a nursing mother - One who longs to comfort us, protect us, nurture us and gather us in His arms. He is the God who is all nourishing and all sufficient. El Shaddai is the God Who is Enough. He is able to satisfy all of our needs. he is the God of total provision. . . .As God sheds forth His love, so we are to shed forth love and care to others. In El Shaddai, we see the self-sacrificing love of God, giving and pouring Himself out for others.”
If this was the Lord’s delight and glory, why do I feel it beneath me? If mothering is in and from the very heart and acts of God, how can I see them as loathsome. How fallen we are to see our children as boring. This breaks my heart, more so because I see a part of myself in it. How ugly is our flesh. (HT Mommy Life)? Oh Lord, do forgive, cleanse and change me! Even as I now see you so doing, I praise and thank you.Ms
Ms. Nancy goes on to say, “The true essence of motherhood is the revelation of God’s maternal heart to the world.” WOW. The tasks of my day are not just about raising good kids. As worthy of a goal as that is, it is not enough to overcome my stinky hunk of selfish flesh. My job as “mom” is not just about having a nice, peaceful, loving home, as important as that is. No, my job, Annie as MOTHER (it is wierd for me to even identify myself as such, isn’t that terrible? I just wasn’t raised for this role at all.), is about revealing a part of God’s heart to the world. A part of His heart and passion that can be revealed in no other way. That is incredible.
NOTE - Due to an interesting little discussion today at the Boars Head Tavern, I want to clarify that Campbell doesn’t in any way mean to go the goddess direction. God has revealed himself as primarily male in relation to us. We are to address him as “Father, Hallowed be thy name” and not “Mother”. Jesus, God, came as a male and that is significant. However, God in His fullness is not simply “male” and both sexes reveal His image. The essence of femaleness came from somewhere and it came from the heart of God. Where else would it come from?
Ms. Nancy says “Above everything else that He is, God is ultimately a father. [It is] the character of God to father.” I don’t know if I agree with every detail of this statement. I don’t know if above everything else God is a Father, maybe in relation to us, but it is certain that He has revealed Himself to us predominantly through the image of a male. We are to call Him, “Father!”