My Job

I walked to my car in disbelief.

Carrying one child on my hip while holding the hand of another, I hadn’t expected the situation to unfold, but none the less, it had.

And my feelings about the whole thing didn’t matter.

I could’ve raised a storm, complained and fussed my way right out the front doors and across the parking lot, and it wouldn’t have changed a thing about that moment.

And probably not in anyone else’s mind.

But even still, my frustration rose as I fought to maintain my cool. After all, my children were with me, and they hadn’t brought it up.

Yet.

It would only be a matter of time though.

Because in this day and age, even in my little pocket of the country, the world is not fighting to protect and save my girls and their innocence. It never will.

That is my job.

For so long, I’ve wrongly and naively assumed that maybe, just maybe, the world would stand up for my daughters.

That they’d see the same value in my children as I do. The same worth and dignity and purpose, worth protecting.

But that’s simply not true.

Because the world operates one way. God’s people operate the other.

And listen, we feel it don’t we? The pressure and the friction. It’s so uncomfortable. So challenging. We’re dwelling in a foreign land.

But these are God appointed times we’ve been placed on this earth, mommas. To fight. Not in the comment sections on social media, or relentlessly across the aisles with others who don’t fall under the Spirit’s conviction.

But on our knees. And with the sword of truth. Instilling God’s word deep in the hearts of our children so that despite the world’s efforts to confuse them, they’ll spot every counterfeit coming their way.

And maybe that means we have to be inconvenienced, doing things differently than everyone else. That we have to be extra diligent and intentional, never assuming another will fill in the gap.

Because it’s too important. Their little hearts, their little minds, and their little spirits.

God has given them to us. To you and to me, to protect. To defend. To teach and guide and lead by example.

They are looking to us, dear friends, so let’s be sure our eyes stay focused in the right direction.