While catching up I came across this from one of my FAV blogs ( yet I dont have her on my roll??! lol) and read this statement.... perfect words...I couldn't have said it better myself- the last few days at beach I was feeling so guilty for eating bad, letting the kids eat bad, drinking WAYyyy to much sweet tea and the list could go on--- thanks Mckmama I feel so much better, but still have a caffeine withdrawal headache!! tee hee
I love cloth diapers. But we don't always use them.
We drink organic raw milk. But sometimes I drink Diet Coke.
My kids eat really, super healthy. Except when we're eating at McDonald's.
We drink organic raw milk. But sometimes I drink Diet Coke.
My kids eat really, super healthy. Except when we're eating at McDonald's.
And, truly, I don't swear, even sometimes. But, in most other areas of my life, where I am "really good/natural/healthy" I am still not perfect.)
See, I love sharing--on my blog, and in real life--about our natural way of life. About babywearing and delaying vaccinating and breastfeeding and organic eating. About cloth diapers and raw milk. About being an on-the-go mom with lots of kids and a photography business to boot.
But.
Those are not the things that define me. Having a natural, healthy way of life for my family is not my end game. While I do care if the kids eat well, while I don't want their private parts getting messed up by chlorinated diapers, while I want them to feel attached to me and never to a television, there is much more to my mothering than that. "That," in fact, doesn't matter--eternally--at all.
Regardless of what my children eat, they will all eventually die. Sure, I want them to have the healthiest life they can, to feel good, treat their bodies well, and be good stewards of what God has given them. But being a natural mom is not my highest calling. Throwing our tvs out two years ago didn't win me any jewels in my eternal crown.
This is what it is all about: raising my children to know Jesus.
I can give or take if they love broccoli. But it is the desire of my heart that they love Jesus. It is around values of eternal significance that I work to place my emphasis while raising my MSC. For it is what we do on earth that transcends this life...it is what happens after this short blink of an eye is over...that truly matters.
I love cloth diapers, but they won't get my kids into Heaven. Only knowing Jesus and accepting His gift of life everlasting will get them there. And since I'll be there after my time here is done, there is little more I could wish than for our kids to join me there when they are done with their earthy journeys.
And maybe, when they get there, they'll bring me an order of french fries, just for old time's sake.
See, I love sharing--on my blog, and in real life--about our natural way of life. About babywearing and delaying vaccinating and breastfeeding and organic eating. About cloth diapers and raw milk. About being an on-the-go mom with lots of kids and a photography business to boot.
But.
Those are not the things that define me. Having a natural, healthy way of life for my family is not my end game. While I do care if the kids eat well, while I don't want their private parts getting messed up by chlorinated diapers, while I want them to feel attached to me and never to a television, there is much more to my mothering than that. "That," in fact, doesn't matter--eternally--at all.
Regardless of what my children eat, they will all eventually die. Sure, I want them to have the healthiest life they can, to feel good, treat their bodies well, and be good stewards of what God has given them. But being a natural mom is not my highest calling. Throwing our tvs out two years ago didn't win me any jewels in my eternal crown.
This is what it is all about: raising my children to know Jesus.
I can give or take if they love broccoli. But it is the desire of my heart that they love Jesus. It is around values of eternal significance that I work to place my emphasis while raising my MSC. For it is what we do on earth that transcends this life...it is what happens after this short blink of an eye is over...that truly matters.
I love cloth diapers, but they won't get my kids into Heaven. Only knowing Jesus and accepting His gift of life everlasting will get them there. And since I'll be there after my time here is done, there is little more I could wish than for our kids to join me there when they are done with their earthy journeys.
And maybe, when they get there, they'll bring me an order of french fries, just for old time's sake.
1 comment:
welcome back! glad you had a good trip. can't wait to see all the pics...i bet little briggs has grown so much!
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