Slavic Christian mothers

Being a mom is the greatest role I could have ever imagined having.

After cursing my womb and hating children for 15 years of my early life due to abuse, only God could change my heart.

After going through deliverance and years of therapy to break down all the curses and strongholds I spoke over myself, and that was spoken over me, God miraculously blessed us with our son. 

Being given his heart to steward for the Kingdom has been the greatest challenge and reward.

I always thought that being a mother was a weakness, and I pursued the corporate ladder and financial success in my career to feel fulfilled, but after getting pregnant and giving birth, I realized just how much more there is to life than chasing money. 

Being a mother is a role that only pays off after a long day of practicing self-control by taking my thoughts, actions, and feelings captive. Otherwise, one may feel angry, bitter, lonely, burnt out, anxious, and even depressed in some cases. 

It’s a role that tests EVERY area of your being. Many parents have failed to love their children because they didn’t understand the weight of the responsibility.

I won’t.

I won’t fail my son by repeating what I learned from my parents and hurting him the way I was hurt.

I won’t curse him the way I was cursed.

I won’t expect perfection and criticize him when he makes a mistake that he can learn from.

I won’t because God doesn’t do that with me.

God has been gracious beyond comprehension in this journey of growth and pruning.

He has exposed parts of me that needed to be healed and removed that I buried or wasn’t aware that I struggled with until my son unknowingly triggered them.

Despite so many trials and mistakes, one thing I’ve learned is that God is the GREATEST parent I can imitate.

He is loving.

He is patient.

He is forgiving and merciful.

He is kind.

He is not easily angered.

He keeps no record of wrongs.

He always trusts.

He never fails.

Every day of my motherhood journey, being like Christ and making Him proud is my goal.

I don’t deserve to have my son.

I didn’t do anything to “earn him.”

I GET TO nurture him with hugs, kisses, praise, gifts, and quality time.

I give myself grace and forgiveness, knowing that, in my shortcomings as a new mom, I’m learning to be the role model he needs to be to make Jesus his Master someday.

I can’t take my responsibility for granted. I fail at everything if I fail to love him like Jesus loved me.

Some so many women can’t have babies-taking care of this miracle is the least I can do TO SHOW THEM NEVER TO GIVE UP HOPE.

Mamas (and mamas-to-be), you are irreplaceable, human, in need of a Savior, and your child’s greatest hero.

Know that your hard work, tears, and prayers are worth their eternal souls