I always cringe when I hear parents say things like “my children are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I understand their sentiment but it’s never felt quite right to me. Before I was a mom, I made a vow to myself that I’d never say that phrase. Jesus is the best thing that ever happened to me, and to tell myself (or anyone else) otherwise would be far from the truth.
And then, motherhood. That sweet girl grabbed my heart the moment I met her and everyday I’m amazed that I could possibly love someone so much. It’s a love that’s overwhelming and fully encapsulating. And while it’s utterly incredible, it’s left me wondering “is she my best thing?”
I want my answer to still be “no”. I want to love my Savior even more than I love my daughter. I want Him, not her, to be my greatest delight. God chose me to be her mom, but He is her creator, her Lord, Savior, and Father. She is His child far more than she will ever be mine and my love for her is nothing compared to His.
But still, do I believe it? If God asked me to hand her to Him, would I trust His plan? Do I trust His wisdom, His power, His goodness to form and grow this child? Do I truly believe that He is greater than anything else?
These questions are weighing heavily on me this Mother’s Day. But rather than walk in fear and pursue what the world tells me is the best, I’m choosing to walk with Him.
Lord, help me in surrendering my best thing in order to seek after the best thing. Amen.