After church on Sunday, we sat and looked at family albums. Some pictures were around 100 years old. Pictures of my great-grandmother as a little girl that I had never seen before. Pictures of my Papa growing up with his three siblings. Pictures of my mom growing up.
And I was struck by how very much family matters.
By how much we are weaved together. I will never meet some of those family members until Heaven — but their choices have impacted my life. It’s part of the fabric of who I am.
By how very much today matters.
So often the day to day wears me down. The endless piles of laundry and dishes. The school work. The messes. The endless pattern of it all.
But the choices I make today, impact the future. It dictates how my boys will grow up and act. How they will treat their own children, their wives, and others they come in contact with.
I have been learning that mothering matters. It’s a calling. It’s not something for my spare time. It’s not some silly game. It really, truly matters.
God had such a perfect design when He created family units. We are to love one another, to support one another. To bear each others burdens. To lift one another up.
The world tries to discount what we do. It’s a lie from the enemy because mothering matters. We are the prayer warriors that stand in the gap for our children. We are the ones that nurture them. We are the ones shaping them and their futures.
So, it matters.
I have an effect on their children, and their children’s children and THEIR children’s children. It is beyond the scope of today. It’s knitted into the fabric of eternity.
As I enjoyed these old family pictures, it reminded me to enjoy each moment with my boys. To let go of the little things and focus on the big picture. To remember that mothering matters for today, tomorrow and the years to come.