As a mother, don’t you sometimes feel that there are days that seem exactly like yesterday and the day after? Days that feel like a wearying blur, waking up with a full to-do list in mind from sun up and exhausted before sun down.
As a full-time mom of two tots under 2 years old I sure have my work cut out for me, with a daily routine of cleaning up sticky hands and feet, changing diapers, scrambling at dinnertime, and battles at bedtime. Of course I have lots of tender bonding times with my boys, plenty of teachable and memorable moments, and milestones galore… but I’m also saying “Don’t climb the table!” or “Please don’t touch!” for like the millionth time. Okay, I’m exaggerating… at the least 6 times a day in the last year, so perhaps the 2,190th time? Sometimes a lot of my days feel like the same routine over and over again.
While reading my Bible one day, there was one devotional that focused on the book of John, particularly the story of Jesus performing a miracle to feed five thousand people. I love this story, and when I was a kid I would even pretend to make a lot of pieces of bread from my one piece, and secretly hoping it would multiply also. But there was a part of the story that my devotional called attention to… a part that is sometimes overlooked (and in fact is not mentioned at all in Matthew, Mark, or Luke’s version)…
5 When Jesus looked up and saw a great crowd coming toward him, he said to Philip, “Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?”
6 He asked this only to test him, for he already had in mind what he was going to do.
7 Philip answered him, “It would take more than half a year’s wages to buy enough bread for each one to have a bite!”
8 Another of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, spoke up,
9 “Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?”
10 Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). 11 Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish.
12 When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.”
13 So they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over by those who had eaten.
Here is a boy with five loaves and two fish. In a crowd of five thousand people there to listen to Jesus, it was this little boy who was present to volunteer his meager baon of bread and fish. Now, it would be nice to think that earlier that day, back at home was his mother who got up early in the morning to bake the bread and prepare the fish, woke him up (possibly several times) to have breakfast. And, as is her routine, packed his lunch before sending him on his way to listen to the great Teacher. A mother who taught him the value of generosity and sharing with others, who performed this task of preparing his baon just like all the ordinary days before that. Little did she know that this was no ordinary day, and that Jesus will use her little boy to perform a miracle…and not only that, but Jesus already knew beforehand what He was going to do, the miracle that will be retold for generations.
So, to all the hardworking mothers out there, by all means give yourselves that mini-vacation, or shopping spree, or even just that small break that you so well-deserve, for we all know we do (ahem), but be encouraged that even though the everyday things we do seem exhaustingly routine to us, we do them in faith and trust that God already has in mind our children and the great things He has planned to do through them, the miracles that are yet to come.