Maybe your girlhood dreams resembled mine…

Rescue orphans like Amy Carmichael

Lead a jungle tribe to Christ like Elisabeth Elliot

Adopt fourteen girls in Uganda like Katie Davis

Or maybe your dreams have just recently developed...

Reach women with the written word

Fight to end human trafficking

Start a non-profit

Go into full-time ministry

God’s planted within you and me this desire to do something bold, something beautiful and purposeful. Something great.

We have these gifts we know are from Him, these passions, this fire in us that wants to change the world.

But, here we are… The “Ref” for another sibling squabble. The chauffeur. The maid. The teacher. The cook. And deep down inside, even though we know the good Christian girl answer, we wonder if a lot of the real “us” isn’t being wasted.

We live through days of drudgery. Where our brains, our skills, and our God-given talents are set aside for things like mopping a gallon of milk off the floor. And we’re just not convinced this is “it.”

But my sister, I’m beginning to get something...

I forget frequently, but day by day, year by year, it’s coming into clearer focus. I’m praying for the ability to fully grasp it and I pray that you will too:

I have been created, gifted, and trained specifically for these children, today. I am their mother, for "such a time as this" (Esther 4:14).

No, you and I aren’t in the times of Queen Esther, and our roles feel much less glamorous than hers, but can we stop for a moment and try to grasp the times in which we live?

Never before has the family been so brutally attacked by western culture. Never before have godly men and women been so few… so ridiculed… and, around the globe, so persecuted.

We mothers are the keepers of our homes. And while we may long for some noble calling that others will applaud on Facebook or in an auditorium, the battle is raging in our family room.

We’re not just soccer moms, homeschool moms or working moms.

We’re called to be warrior moms.

We’re called to use our gifts, talents, passions, and time to save our marriages, to save our kids, which can in turn save our churches, our countries, and our world.

Your day will come, as mine recently has, when you see your children’s desperate need for Jesus. When it hits you like a lightening bolt: Nothing in the world could be more important than this job I am doing today.

Yes. We long to do greater things than making another dinner. But out of obedience, we serve. We are here. We are present. And when our kids’ hearts break, when the moment comes that they’re ready for His Spirit to work, we will gasp in wonder. We’ll fall onto our knees with the heavy knowledge that God prepared and equipped us for such a time as this. This calling is worth it all.

Press on today, mother-friend. Your role is no accident. And it is great.

Blessings,

Jennifer