“Parenting is NOT for Whimps!”, I used to hear myself boldly say. It wasn’t until I came face to face with myself in the mirror and realized the sobering truth. I have been guilty of being a whimp.
Yes, I have whimp history, and I have future whimp potential. If the slightest thing goes wrong, it puts a kink in my “perfect mommy” world. What then?
As my children get older, it is becoming more evident to me just how much I don’t measure up, and how very inadequate I am for the task of “protector”. In a world where anything could happen at any given moment, am I to be stricken and completely bound with anxiety?
Now I find my remedy in crying out to Jesus Christ for his grace, “divine enablement”, sometimes as frequently as I would call or text my husband or my mom with an issue. It wasn’t until I became vulnerable and honest with God about my weaknesses that I really knew how to ask him for help.
Paul draws a similar conclusion in 2 Corinthians 12:9 when he tells us of the Lord’s response to his prayer for deliverance. “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” My conclusion….motherhood is for whimps after all.