When I was in elementary school, my Grandpa took on the task of teaching me to play tennis. He bought me a brand new racket,
He can literally use anything to speak, and yet, we want him to speak in specific ways so that we have control over the way it looks, and so that we don’t have to seek him in order to understand. We don’t want to have to stop and give him our eyes, but that’s the only way to hear him.
Just like Simon took up Jesus’ cross, and walked with him those final painful steps, God calls us to do the same. He calls us when we are exhausted, when we are busy, when it is inconvenient, and when it is hard. He calls us to do things that aren’t easy, that might be burdensome, but he is with us.
What I realized when I read this verse is that there is a distinct difference between feeling joy in a moment God gave to me, and pursuing those moments as the only way to fill my soul. I don’t need to withhold my joy when I feel it bubbling up, but I do need to be sure that what I seek is not simply that joy.
I am not worthy of this call on my own, but because he chose me for the call of motherhood, I am worthy. It is not my own patience, my own shining parental abilities, my own strength, or my own ideas. It is hands down, plain and simple, only the grace of God that enables me to get through each day.
Above all else, in every conversation, in every facet of our life, we need to love God and love our neighbor. And who is our neighbor? Everyone, or as my two year old says “all the peoples.” We are called to love our enemies, and we will be known to others by this love.