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Motherhood: Beauty for Ashes

I have an appreciation for beautiful things: freshly cut flowers – preferably tulips- in an mason jar with crystal clear water, driving into the sunset on an open road that leads to home, a cup of cafe con leche and a good book, an elderly couple holding hands across a table as they gaze into each others eyes, as if for the first time.

Then, there are the beautiful memories of my mom’s loudness: her deep, strong, raspy voice, her contagious laughter that filled the air, her whistle – which she did with two fingers slightly spread apart and pressed against her mouth – the sound of her feet pounding against the hallway floor, as I tried to sleep in just a little longer.

For me, my mom depicted beauty inwards and outwards.

But the most beautiful things I love to observe are the interactions between a mother and child.

A newborn baby slowly turning his head towards the sound of his mother’s voice.

A mother wiping the tears of her child’s eyes as she gives the booboo a kiss. I can see my mom rubbing my knee as she says…

sana sana colito/culito de rana, si no dana hoy sanara mañana. (Heal, heal, froggie’s tail, if you don’t heal today, you will heal tomorrow).

A mother’s face of joy as she watches her child walk across the stage during a graduation ceremony.

A child walking down the aisle or standing at the front of the church, as the mother cries with joy and a bit of sadness because their baby is leaving them and cleaving to their spouse – the next chapter of their life.

Moments like the ones above are precious and truly what we hold close to our hearts.

And then, there are the other moments. The not too fond moments, the ones we would love to rush through, and keep at the back of our heads.

Recently, I experienced one of those moments.

It was a hectic and frenzied morning, I could easily blame the construction that seems to be occurring on every expressway, or busy intersections. However, a true Chicagoan like me should know better. There are actually two seasons in Chicago, winter and construction, so I should have left earlier.

My daughter, Bianca, needed to purchase a watch for her Advanced Placement (AP) test. As I was dropping Naomi (my other daughter) and her off at the Walgreens a block away from their school, I accidentally drove off with Bianca partly in the car. She made almost a complete 360, and landed awkwardly on her ankle.

We all have a child that has low threshold when it comes to pain- that is my Bianca.

To make a long story short – Bianca had to reschedule her AP test, and I ended up canceling my before school tutoring that I was originally rushing to get to, plus calling off from work.

Instead we spent the morning visiting two clinics and the hospital for X-rays. And everywhere  I went I had to repeat my no-so-mommy-of-the-year story.

The embarrassment.

Thankfully, nothing was broken, and she only had to wear a compressor for a couple of weeks.

There was a time in my life, where an incident remotely close to the one above would be reason enough for me to condemn myself for days.

You see, I used to feel underserving and unequipped to be called a mother.

I had a habitual tendency to focus on my shortcomings.

I thought I wasn’t good enough and my precious children deserved better.

A miscued tape would play in my head. I am sure some of you are familiar with this “stinking thinking”.

You aren’t affectionate enough…

You aren’t patient enough…

You aren’t creative enough…

Because, you aren’t like that mom…

Sometimes the guilt would leave me – discouraged, defeated and deflated.

I became useless to my husband, to my children, and to the Kingdom of God.

Until, the truth set me free- those corrupted thoughts weren’t from God.

On the contrary, God wants to take my ashes – my shortcomings, flaws, mistakes, sorrow- and turn them into a crown of beauty.

Isaiah 61:3

…and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes…

Ashes are meant to be worn for a season of mourning, or of shame.

However, like me, some of you can attest, you have struggled in washing off the ashes.  I’ll even go as far to say, we keep repeatedly smearing the same ashes all over us.

Unknowingly, when we do this, we are undermining Christ dying on the cross for us.

We are telling Him, what He did for us is not good enough to wash away our ashes.

To redeem us.

Now, don’t misconstrue the message or, take advantage of His mercy and grace. 

We still need to work on our flaws and shortcomings.

Our God wants to refine us through the fire, and make ashes by burning away those parts of us that aren’t like Him, or those areas in our lives that don’t glorify Him. As you can see below, it doesn’t end with ashes.

“… I will put into the fire; I will refine them like silver and test them like gold. They will call on my name and I will answer them; I will say, ‘They are my people,’ and they will say, ‘The LORD is our God.” Zachariah 13:9

As a mother, I had to come to terms with the fact that I will never be a perfect mom. I will never be like that mom!

And that is okay.

I  am called and equipped to be the mother of my children.

And as for my children, they get to witness God’s work through me, how He will use my ashes – flaws, shortcomings, and mistakes – and turn them into a crown of beauty.

Mothers, delight in knowing our God is able to take our messes and make them into our message.

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Rosabel Sanchez is a woman who loves God- serves Him with great humbleness, loves her family and friends- serves them with great love, and love life with such a great appreciation for all that she has been blessed with. She, her husband and 4 children lead two churches on the southwest-side of Chicago, where they all live. As I embark on this new journey, I pray and hope I can become a part of one of your daily practices- your morning inspiration, your afternoon break from the world, or your evening cool down. So join me with a cup of your choice- coffee, tea, chocolate- and you will be blessed with encouraging words to warm your heart & soul.

4 Comments

  1. Mary Palhegyi says

    How timely, your not-so-good momma experience happened right near mine. Two weeks ago I was really struggling with feelings of shame and failure as a mother. I too was in a hurry and SHUT my two year old’s arm in the van door. It actually locked and was stuck in the sliding door for around five seconds! By the grace of God he had no broken bones and just a small amount of bruising. Then the following day I got in a minor fender bender because I was not paying attention. And then there’s the instance of overheating the baby chick cage and killing one of the them. Oh, those few days were Sooo hard! I actually felt so depressed I didn’t want to get out of bed! But I found myself crying out to the Lord and asking others for praying. I can honestly say now, I’ve been able to forgive myself and receive Christ’s forgiveness. And embrace the peace, joy and contentment he has for me right now.

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  2. Laura says

    All of us have those moments when we think we are not perfect. Only God is perfect, but he made us so that we can perfect ourselves. We are work’s in progress, a constant reminder that we can change for the better if we embrace God and our humanity. Let us link in the mirror and see what he sees, a work of ever changing art that can transform itself at will. Let’s think who will I be today and how will I get there or as you said the path has been cleared for us by Jesus Christ.
    Today I celebrate me as his creation tomorrow I may not, but he gives me the opportunity to pick myself up every day.
    Thanks again for the motivation to be more Christ like even if I don’ t get there every time he will know that I have tried.

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  3. Anonymous says

    For many years I smeared those ashes over and over. Feeling like I am not good enough. And because my children are making wrong choices right now as adults. I ask where did I go wrong as a mother.
    Thank God he gets me out of that negative thinking.
    And I put my children in His hands.
    My verse for my children is in Philippians 1:6
    Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

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